Lost

[wryanc]

Yesterday, I went for a jog.  I'd started earlier this year, going two or three times a week.  In the past week and a half, I've been going almost every day.  There is a decent jogging path that runs near my apartment, with a small park nearby.  I usually go for most of the path, then veer off into the park.  Yesterday, I got about half a mile into

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[idony]

My sorrow for yours. :(

[mrbedpost]

im sorry for your loss man

[ladykinbote]

Thank you for posting this.

[nephilpal]

Condolences are never enough. You have them anyway.

“Phil Clippinger Lives"

[anonymous]

I feel oddly as if I was meant to find this Phil Clippinger, and know about him. I’ve been reading your post and posts made by his other friends, for about an hour now… A couple months ago, I was using the bathroom at a Mexican restaurant- I have this very weird habit of taking pictures of bathroom stalls….. The “literature” is sometimes very interesting- and in this particular stall, there really was nothing. It was completely sterile and no one else had written anything. Except, “Phil Clippinger Lives!” scrawled in black sharpie, about eye level to whomever happens to be using the toilet. It was so weird, I took a picture of it. and every time I’m scrolling through my pics with someone else, I’m always asked, WTH?? So this morning I decided to google ole’ Phil, because I am in the process of publishing a book of photos I have taken with my iPhone. I wasn’t sure I was going to use this image. It strikes everyone who sees it as very odd… But now, after reading about him all morning, I feel like it was some sort of kismet. I don’t