i'm aging

it's pretty sad when you go through others' lives and think "you know, i used to have that" and whether or not you did you begin to think that a reinvention may just be in order. words and subtexts that lack an apparent context are fine and free but when the thoughts of a life come trickling through natural sights and far-end noises you have to wonder where that subtle difference lies.

and for goodness sake, why do i feel like i have to chase things?

incoherent

my am was thoughtful
bookmarks, that's all these posts are

don't mind the clutter