turns out love is the most selfish thing there is. that's why it never works out. we're selfish and we want it to be perfect: OUR kind of perfect. love is only possible among the malleable, the economical, and the dense. now we get to choose which.

an amalgamation of fury and intelligence and pure unadulterated rage from before Man became human

i am alone.

slept in the car in a fredericton hotel parking lot. woke at 6 am and drove for six hours. cagetown. st. john was awesome and lonely planet is awful. town market swarmed by obnoxious cruise ship passengers but much character. best bulgogi ever and very nice korean family that preparing it. bought a second helping but was forced to abandon it after ( Read more... )

cork died.

there is a windstorm raging outside while most people lie asleep. it excites me like i never expected it to. it's almost as if it's a gale from the past.

remember that time you left work early, frantic, because we were fighting. we talked on the phone for six hours and evidently resolved it. the glory days.