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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.

into the crowded streets I go...
Such a round sounding song. Things feel like they are happening today. Or in the very least, have the potential to happen. I like it. I dig the possible changes that come around. Funny. Years ago, I couldn't handle change. Wasn't part of my make-up. Now it is. Something new and terrifyingly different every year, it seems like.

Makes me want more. But that will be secret for awhile.

legs
Remember this?

Thinking about my old house, or rather the apartment in London when I arrived after skipping my last class of my university career to see Matthew Good for the first time. My car was crammed full of pets and blankets and my computer.


But thinking about that house. How I liked and hated it at the same time for it's intensity and regularly falling apart features. I miss the backyard, though. Those peach trees and wild weeds, looking like a mighty forest in the middle of that downtown neighbourhood. Yeah, I miss it. I wrote a piece about that house. I might post it, we'll see.

Postcards sent, for better or worse. Mostly everyone will get a laugh. Once I get new interesting photos, I'll order more cards. Feel free to leave your mailing address in a comment, and I'll do my best to get one out to you. See how accommodating I've become. I think it's age.

Even if I still colour my hair black.

Bedtime, at least...reading time. I have a few books I've been meaning to read. But life keeps interrupting me.

Crossed Out Name - Ryan Adams and the Cardinals.

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