"Either our lives become stories, or there's just no way to get through them ... this is why I left my life behind me and came to the desert - to tell stories and to make my own life a worthwhile tale in the process...
So I came down here, to breathe dust and walk with the dogs - to look at a rock or a cactus and know that I am the first person to see that cactus and that rock. And to try and read the letter inside me."
- adapted from Douglas Coupland's Generation X
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Life comes around
And every time you vent your spleen, I seem to lose the power of speech, Your slipping slowly from my reach. You grow me like an evergreen, You never see the lonely me at all ... Without you I'm nothing
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