2:42 a.m. - 2006-05-30
Nadir
The other day on my bike ride, twice for a brief instant I smelled the faint scent of fruit in the air. It was magnificient! A momentary grace note hinting at things to come? A reminder that some magical, transitory things exist just beyond our grasp? Perhaps a harbinger of future joy. I think I'll go mad if I continue this anticipation. I need to just accept things for what they are (and will never be). It's all in how you (I) look at things. I'm sorry, everyone.
