this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
08 April 2004

Sometimes, while I'm walking in the sunshine, past unsmiling friendly strangers, past the same bagel shop that always has lines out the door on Mondays, past the flower shop that emits heavenly odors, and listening to transcendent music, I feel like I can't breathe and I'm going to burst into millions of pieces that'll spread over the entire world.