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whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

Years ago in the late summertime, while the trees were signaling their fiery warnings of approaching winter and the lingering calm away from school had dulled to a dreary relaxation, my friend and I took it upon ourselves to build an ornamental pond in his

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

But afterwards there occurred violent earthquakes and floods; and in a single day and night of misfortune all your warlike men in a body sank into the earth, and the island of Atlantis in like manner disappeared in the depths of the sea. - Plato - Timaeus…

The Delaware – or, as they called themselves, the Lenape – Indians held a celebration every year in the Autumn after the harvest called the “New Year Big House Ceremony.”

On the ocean of life we find ourselves drifting aimlessly across there are many things to find.

I’ve always felt a great solace in solitude.

Walt Whitman wrote, “I cannot be awake for nothing looks to me as it did before, Or else I am awake for the first time, and all before has been a mean sleep.”

I love to live in memory.

From an old journal What line separates the personal me from the public me?

From an old journal Sometimes the past comes back, not in a hurtful way, not in a manner of sublime sadness, or even in a way of longing.

From an old journal I smiled sadly for a love long lost to tears and wishes and dried up wells and inside felt a great wall crack splitting side to farthest side a dam flooded with torrent anew.

From an old journal New York was finally destroyed in a miraculous blast.

From an old journal Squeezing through tight spaces in life drags things out of you that you never knew you had.

From an old journal In a little bit of time, I’ll have finished my undergraduate degree and with it, all of the expectations of schooling anyone has ever had for me.

From an old journal I am staring out of my own portrait these days.

From an old journal When I drive late at night, I tend to retreat into my head.

From an old journal When I was a little boy, I was scared of the basement.

From an old journal I suppose it’s too late to find people online much anymore.

From an old journal I’ve had many opportunities to be cruel.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

whitetext was a private livejournal account I kept following a breakup in 2004.

The last real conversation I had with Erin before all of this started was about Alice in Wonderland.

There are so many odd moments in a life where you wonder if it is your life you’re living.