December 2010
alimento mori
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the insomnia-borne jolt of awareness that you will die, that these passing years aren’t just scenes from a dress rehearsal, rounds of an ongoing game or chapters in a story you’ll be telling later, but are footprints being lapped by the steadily gathering tide of an unfathomable abyss, which still wouldn’t wash out the aftertaste of all those baskets of Buffalo...
i wish i could hire someone to check my email, censor the negative stuff. then i wouldn’t have such email dread.
