06 may 2003.

slow song lyrics and worn photographs. bare feet on a dirty carpet. clothes used again and again, and saying goodbye for the summer.

these are the things my week is made of.

i don't want to go home because there's nothing for me there anymore. i'll like the transition, the living out of boxes for three weeks before i fly out to the midwest to sleep comfortably for the first time in months. but that'll be over and i'll move again downtown to work and throw away the concept of "free time" and he won't be there, and they won't be there.

uncertainties are exactly that.

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