December 02, 2004

I am covered in sameness most days. I could live my life with my eyes closed if it weren't for all the traffic - I move, flutter, and object in the same ways everyday. Sometimes I try to mix things up, but even this is a repeat. If it weren't for my rubbing up against her sameness my life wouldn't have any meaning to it at all.

December 2, 2004 08:30 PM