I've seen tomorrow & it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday. The distant glow I was aiming towards turned out to be weak, washy, and thin. Though the days turned I had not grown an inch. What looked open had just closed up again. We row & row. We stay the same. We're clutching oars. We row & row & reach distant shores the same as where we left & we're the same weaklings hesitating to give in. there is only the grace of wind.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
The Last Night Of The Year Cont.
All photos taken while walking around listening to --080(The Last Night Of The Year), in the park, around my old house and school, waiting for Jenn to get off work and/or pick me up, and then in the car with her, going to the Farmer's Market and the liquor store, Dec. 31st, 2010.
it is 4:15 am
this is the seance.
xx
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