I have been having the oddest sense of deja-vu in my life lately. I feel like I blink and it's 1999, I blink and it's 1996, I blink and it's 2001. I feel strung out on string theory. I feel all experiences converging, buzzing together, loudly, and drowning out any clear delineation of where I'm at in time. It's all accelerating. I realize this may sound crazy. The constraints of time just seem to mean less and less. Despite all this, I yearn for more hours in the day, more time to get it all done. Know what I mean?
You really are so beautiful. You should know that.
Rarely wrong/seldom right. Random ramblings about life, love, cinema, books, bad television, and many, many suggestions for you. (Photos are from unknown sources, unless otherwise stated. If you own one and you want me to credit you or take it down, please email me.)