December 11th, 2004


the piercing arrow of time

sometimes I get this overwhelming, on occasion crushing feeling... as if all that I live today, all the problems and Big Important Things that I have to face and often crash against every day, the things I strive to achieve, all these beautiful people around me whose company I enjoy and wish it really were possible to get to know much better, to have the time and the circumstance that would make it possible to understand them and they me, as if all these things were just a memory, something I was just remembering from some distant hazy, perhaps bleak future where these things and people would not be more to me than that poignant memory of things never quite finished and people I never got to know as well as I would have wanted...