That giant glass building in my eyes,
Death Cab for Cutie's "We Looked Like
Giants" sounding in my ears, and the
wind disheveling my hair. It's Sunday
morning, and I didn't die last night.
I'm not sure what this unsettling
feeling is trying to tell me....
Sunday, May 18, 2008
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