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WHO? Oliver. oof San Francisco again, Brooklyn before, Atlanta & Chicago wayback. RECENT: I Remember um hi. Chillits 2008 write things down Social Networking The First Website I Worked On Mendocino The magical hour Something midwestern My Two Front Teeth TRAVELS: Biodiesel trip across America (January, 2005) Paris (April, 2005) Election work in NM (November, 2004) ARCHIVES: October 2008 September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 May 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 August 2003 June 2003 LINKS TO PALS: elly Toshok Pete Tuggy Workstatus Nathan Express Train SEARCH: RSS: Get your RSS feed here |
October 06, 2008 07:40 PMI RememberI remember it all. Every last bit of it. Every scent of eucalyptus, every note of lavender. Every wedding. Every loving walk on the moonless, foggy, sulphur lit streets. Every stumbled decision, every failed attempt at beauty, every success along the way. Every warm bed and the lover therein. I remember street corners where I felt strength. Fires in the night that gave me purpose. The energy of the city that moved me from beneath it all. I remember days of bike rides to the ocean, because there was nothing else to do. Hours spent at Atlas with a black computer and blacker coffee. Opportunities that came from nowhere. I remember women. I remember dancing. I remember howling at the moon, covered in dust. I remember stars melting from the sky and friendships cast in solid iron. I remember those far away, and those gone forever. This is my life. It's never been a dream or merely a part of someone else's ride. I'm living my life and nothing else. I am Oliver, here and now. |
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