1. A conversation
2. A good feeling
3. At the time
4. Dreams and scale
5. An X
6. Bret
7. Gerrard
8. Knock on the floor
9. Matchboxes
10. New mix
11. Newspapers
12. Purple
13. Sebastian
14. Steve
15. Wisdom of gardens
16. What would it be
17. Dropping wine glasses
18. Two memories
19. The Ninja Tunes
20. When she agreed
21. Tattoos
22. Back in Joburg again
23. Wind
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I think a lot of people are aware of the speed of things these days. A lot of people are
talking about it.
If I keep writing journals I'll never have the time to read them all. There'd be too
many. The number of words and the time it takes to read them would be larger in
number than the minutes or seconds remaining in my life. Like my memories are to
me already. They'd be bigger than me, larger.
The only logical way for me to consider that is to continue, is to know, that as I write
these words, they become, they are, worthy in-themselves. Like the minutes and
seconds taken to write them. (I am doing something). They are valid and alive
because they are being written. Time spent. Because I am alive and I am writing
them.
Because it is my hand doing this, now. In this hurry.
Oh god I hope the world slows down in the morning hangover of millennium night.
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