I guess that it's typical to cling to memories you'll never get back again; and to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago or a friend that you used to know.
Sometimes the most important stuff goes away. Goes away so bad, it's like it was never there to begin with.
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RIP 8.20.1965 - 1.03.2006
Sometimes I'm afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I'm afraid you'll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief; because there will be so much to look forward to.