late late

as the weekend takes over, the hours are reversed and I find myself here at the dark and cold moment of 3 am. things happen but I'm not writting about them because they all lead down the same path of introspection and too much introspection keeps you awake at night. But I am awake anyway. Life is the anticipation of the next moment and the memory of the last. The present is untouchable.

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Published:: 2/11/2006 10:54:00 PM; by Benji

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# Anonymous 2/12/2006 01:47:00 PM
why is the present untouchable? I am deeply confused now. I must go and find a new way.
# Anonymous 2/23/2006 10:43:00 AM
well said...

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