Friday, June 29, 2007

soft note

theres something sadsweet abt knowing that you won't probably ever meet some of the random people [strangers another label] you meet when you muss sein. polaroids in the mind, fading away to silhouettes, and then just vague smudgy outlines of what once was, for a minute, hour, day, a whiff of a forgotten corner...poignant and beautiful.

my attic's full of these. am a collector of these. more in the moment, the immediate than in the extended, stretched.

still, sadsweet. ships passing in the night.


Neihal said...


Phoenix said...


qsg said...

Yea...and sometimes, thankfully, we will never meet some people we'd rather not meet!

Phoenix said...

oh absolutely, qsg, that too! :-D