there are a few too many fragments of events, ideas and people drifting inside this gray and tattered puzzle. these pieces constantly collide, changing and challenging the other's form and direction. this ensures most of these pieces will never fit. this composition will never resemble the picture on the box.

it's a frightening concept. this vs. that. you vs. them. now vs. later. here vs. there. and if you could only regain the firm grip you never knew you had. if you could just win for a moment. maybe if you could get the crumbs off your shirt, the filth from your hands, or the emptiness from your eyes. if you could get the ghosts to stop moving in your shadow.. stop moving. stop. turn around. run. disappear.

and the walking dead in the waking life will follow you.

this is what you sense late at night when nothing is right and everything is dark and you are (feeling) all alone. you won't ever know if you went wrong, and you try not to speculate..because the legacy you create must be of your own design.

fueling all of this shit: nada surf, longwave, cat power, and the mountain goats.

# posted by aja @ 4:16 PM