Sunday, March 8, 2009
3de AVONTOER
"Sleeping in friends' beds, together or apart, or on the floor or in the back of someone's car, waking up with the sun piercing soft-focused eyes, post-party. And then start all over again, washing the sand out of your hair and the wine from your lips. Waiting for the night. And yet, somehow, the chaos also comforts me..."
PAUSE
A break from the old shit. Strange to look back to the past. Even if it was only a moment ago. The insufficiency of our metric system to measure a life in the context of the universe. How long before the people we thought were important fade into obscurity?
Flash flash. Bob who?
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