The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Craving sea level

So blah, so tired, dispirited and disjointed. Not sure why I'm doing anything I'm doing. We talk about possibly buying a house/condo, and I realize how stuck we are here.

This is not where I wanted to end up, washed up on this no-longer-a shore.

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