good night. there is too much we do not see because there are too many clouds in the atmosphere...I think. Because I spend too much time thinking about all of the possibilities outside of now, it is impossible to see now, I think. There is no way to know what it is like not to be me sitting at a kiosko drinking whisky at 5am with a girl from Israel, luxurious... far from home, vacationing because untill life becomes regular in a place, the place is still a place of holiday... because it is not your real life...
Posted by jackie colburn at February 22, 2005 04:21 AM