Monday, May 12, 2003

space child, get thee to a diner.

This is the beginning of the period where I can't let home be anything. If it's places they're too far apart, if it's people, still too much difference/distance. There should be less space between coasts, but if there had been less maybe I would have run further. England still speaks english, you know. I thought the hermit idea was a good one, if I could be that much of a minimalist, if only it weren't for all the books.

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