May 9th, 2005

zissou

Take me sailing again...

Driving at 1:30 am on a Sunday night is a lonely time to travel, even if it's just to the gas station for milk. Even in a bustling city, the witching hour brings out the absolute minimum of drivers. You can almost imagine you're one of the last people passing across the face of Mother Earth. I find myself comforted by the haunting and eerie feeling that comes with being alone in the world.
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    Blue October - Inner Glow