i keep getting hits from people i thought long gone. not sure why. what is it that they hope to find? what is it that they want?
caring only counts before the fact, not after. i'm still here, i'm still me, but i've done some things in my life, taken care of overdue stuff, and moved on...
sometimes, i'll admit it, i think about how things might have turned out...and then remember that they turned out the way they were supposed to. for the record: we could have had lots of fun
we could have shared the sunday times peacefully
we could have danced around in our underwear on a tuesday night
we could have bought earplugs for you while i practiced drums
we could have taken 100 mile bike rides
we could have run a small farm
we could have played strip poker without cards
it could have been right...
and...
"yeah but nobody searches
nobody cares somehow
when the loving that you've wasted
comes raining from a hapless cloud"
Interpol
ps. Paul Banks has the face of an angel, i could just eat him up.