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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.


Originally uploaded by
Abstract Magdalene.

Sometimes, I think Mother Nature has a twisted sense of humour. And because I'm a woman, I can say that from one girl to another, with a completely straight face. Then I get to thinking about bio-chemistry and how levels of hormones or amino acids (huh?) play a huge role in how we interact with anyone else on this planet. Or how we eat breakfast cereal, or put our socks on (standing up or sitting down?), or change cds in midafternoon traffic.

I wonder if hormones are really enough to make us lose our heads in conversations, situations, god...life, even. Makes us do crazy things. Like that last entry. All day, I tossed the idea of deleting it, back and forth. Too much emotion and information, were my reasons.

Then I said, Fuck it. And left it up.

my favourite dreams of you still wash ashore...
One thing about me is how predictable I can be. Especially when it comes to certain people. I can delete three years worth of email, throw out cds, pictures, etc and still some little...something is hanging around. I change apartments, clothes, towns, jobs. And some things stay the same. It's a bit comforting, but also frustrating.
though it all looks different now, I know it's still the same...

That's what the photo is about, I suppose. I took that this afternoon.

Something I can never have - Nine Inch Nails

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