11:27 PM
Music· Observatorium End of the Day

I am sad. So much of today and yesterday seemed like so many struggles and somehow they all feel rather pointless. A little talking, a little kindness, would have gone so much further.

"She wants to run out where the day meets the night, far beyond these midwest farms..."

I feel like I've been butting up against a wall of silence all day. Techs at webhosts who won't talk, parents who won't talk, and those who do talk aren't saying much that's worthwhile.

"The last time that I saw her she had given up the chase, moved away to California, got a suntan on her face. She says that life was just another time, another space. It's over now, she learned alot, it's not a waste..."

Do you know the way to San Jose?

"But all these imperfections never bothered her at all, she says it sharpens your perception when your back's against the wall. There's something that enables her to rise above it all, to shrug it off just when it seems to go too far..."