tjaden

there's always something tragic about finishing a good book... kind of like camp relationships, actually... you KNOW it's going to end, but you ignore it... and you do fine at ignoring it until the final pages, when there's no balance between the spine of the book, when you start to think 'oh, yeah, i suppose this would be a good place for an ending'...

okay, well, camp relationships are a bad example. but there's a known ending, at least. right?

weird weather today. fat globules of rain. little shoves of wind. half-sun. weird.