Friday, June 29, 2007
theres something sadsweet abt knowing that you won't probably ever meet some of the random people [strangers another label] you meet when you do...es 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, days...like 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.