[real]
December 7th, 2006“[kiddo], i miss you. but i know the you i miss never existed anyway. i couldn’t go there tomorrow and find you.every day [with you] i fuck up, then adapt. i stopped counting what to or why. i don’t analyze this process, not now. i just do it.
but i miss the struggle. [she] was my [real] first high. i’m sorry [kiddo], you could have been anyone: Paris, Seoul, Moscow. because i had no system to start understanding you, because you forced me develop a system to comprehend your reality, that’s what made you special. that’s what made you so exciting, like anything was possible.”
(slightly adapted and lowercased from this post. it will always amaze me how much cities and women are alike…)