Five days.
<<2004-05-12 - 9:22 p.m.>>

This one's not mine.

Mine is hot & sticky, sweating, laughing too loud; mine is passionately myopic and sparsely populated. Full of lights. There's a commonality missing here. Things aren't just understood. My own world is esoterically brilliant and practically idiotic and there are people who love me and know me and miss me. Chloe emailed to say that if there were anything I was particularly missing, she would go worship it for me. Don't think the thereness wouldn't filter back to me. Those are the rules of my world.

And it's waiting.

And all of a sudden I want very badly to go home.

(Not long now.)

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