sometimes, we artists lose our

sometimes, we artists lose our belief in things momentarily. we are dry leaves, ground to dust on well travelled roads. the wind has its way with us, only it doesn't feel like floating. i saw my friend reid saturday night. i miss him. i always have really, as we've never been afforded the circumstancial luxury of spending much time together. since then, i've been obsessing about the fact that i don't travel enough. haven't really in years. i wonder, what the fuck is going on? who have i become? where has the time gone? will i be lamenting the same woes at forty? reid and i met in barcelona. i wish i was there right now. eating falafel and drinking beer in the sun. living.

Posted by at February 24, 2003 07:18 PM

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