apropos of nothing
February 04, 2007
Same. Older. But never old.
We could go somewhere else. Do something new.
But we don't.
We go to our same place. Sit in our same seats.
Eat our same food and drink our same wine.
Carry on with our same conversation.
No set shape, no beginning, middle, or end. No regard for linear time, and no respect for the one foot in front of the other school of thought.
We could go somewhere else. Do something new.
But we don't.
This is how we like it. And we have no need to explain.
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