twenty-four january
ten : forty-three p.m.

the more i look at it, the more i like it. doesn't usually happen.

"i think i'm going to bed soon." everything happens too soon, or not soon enough. where is my happy medium? where is my satisfaction?

i should stop asking questions. i don't like the answers i get.

music : "lowell, ma" by death cab for cutie
literature : nothing
fixation : stamp art; postcard paper