November 13, 2012

Dead people in my dreams and people I am dead to. Running backwards. A la recherche du temps perdu.
Cheers to friends that have gone away. And apologies to those I've gone away from.

If only life were not an ocean whose relentless tide serves to scatter us across its boundless face and submerge us, solo, within its dark depths.

Life is the struggle of drowning.
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