(dedicated)

how cruel life is sometimes… how it lets you know of its boundaries at the oddest moments. how stange to find out when you weren’t even looking. how all the heaviness of the past day just crystallizes and then melts into a moment of realization and loss. everything seems a little more and a little less significant all at the same time. and it’s within this limbo that we’re supposed to deal, and remember, and reminisce. I’d like to refuse, to forget, to realize my own insignificance, yet things are still floating somewhere here, very close. Taxi cabs and cigarette smoke and tomatoes and all those structured moments.