In memory on November 13, 2016 at 14:27
Watched the War Boys last night. This movie had some sweet lines.
George with his little sister:
There’s something that happened to me last night.
I was walking down a street that I knew very well. I didn’t have to look where I was going.
And also I found myself somewhere I .. have never been before.
And I feel I’ve been there my whole life.
And I wasn’t afraid any more.
… and what happened when you got there?
Well, I… I kissed my best friend. David. On the mouth! [laugh]
… are you going to kiss David again?
I don’t know! Maybe…
David to his Father:
George knows who I am.
Do you know what that feels like?
To have someone who looks at you and knows who you are, what you want?
It’s like… waking up, over and over again.
In memory on August 3, 2014 at 18:01
A couple years ago, I etched a couple shapes on a napkin, and bet with a friend that I would one become famous enough it would sell millions.
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In memory, reflection on November 22, 2009 at 01:25
Unsettling, surprising ways to learn about oneself.
As I am sitting here, a black ball of purring fur in my hoodie deciding whether to take its chance at staying on my lap in such an uncomfortable setting, I still wonder about how I will crystallize the train of though that brightened my return home since yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »
In memory on November 4, 2007 at 22:35
The wagon was nearly full. As my head was crossing the door to the cabin, I could see complete columns of heads stretching from the first row of seats to the next door on the other side. Only a few seats were unoccupied, and I glanced from side to side to choose where I would settle. Read the rest of this entry »