It’s like a beautiful charade, day by day, you await your departure and arrival and departure and back again. The circular trend of life never stops, and yet again you breathe a bit heavier. There is no regret, but life still feels so temporary.

what we got here is a crash course in history / the mysteries that existed are blistering

We fell in love with New Order’s Technique, and then fell in love with each other.

Christmas in August, we mirrored the moments. You and I and our unending affair with time became a photograph hung on the wall like a sonnet.

But the center of gravity fell that beautiful morning while you lay in bed. The mountains in the Pacific collapsed and volcanoes spewed forth an unending stream of solitude. Like sleep, she had come and gone. Like a dream, she had vanished as you opened your eyes.

I live in a hundred and twenty year old apartment building with a nonexistent elevator. My nonexistent doorman’s name is Allen, and his wife doesn’t let him eat dairy products past six o’clock in the evening.