25.May.2001

Dividing Canaan

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piece x. piece

I used to sit on the floor and listen to the tag-on of the song "Datura" for about an hour, cross-legged, in my room, when I was still living with my parents, fresh from the formative years (although they never end, we are always forming, but I digress), five in the morning, before dawn hit, smoking, staring at the smoke-rings through the haze of blue-dawn, lonely but never truly alone, the slow, creeping despondent opiate of the chords came seething with the cigarettes re-lighting themselves in my ash-tray, one arm bracing myself side-ways, head tilted back, staring, flowing, but immobile.

Two years later, I realise now, that I haven't moved from there at all.

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time & machine