I’m tired but I can’t sleep because this documentary about crystal meth
This song came on the radio at work today and I geeked out but then neither of my coworkers had heard of Portlandia and it wasn’t funny anymore oh well
This is what happens when you take away my internet for four days WUTEVER 4EVER now I don’t have to leave my house for the foreseeable future I can sit on my couch and take stupid pictures I sat in Washington Square Park yesterday trying to read some big boy books but I think I’ll stick with The Great Gatsby it’s more my reading level
"Once, long ago, when I was still young, when the memories were far more vivid than they are now, I often tried to write about Naoko. But I was never able to produce a line. I knew that if that first line would come, the rest would pour itself onto the page, but I could never make it happen. Everything was too sharp and clear, so that I could never tell where to start— the way a map that shows too much can sometimes be useless. Now, though, I realize that all I can place in the imperfect vessel of writing are imperfect memories and imperfect thoughts. The more the memories of Naoko inside me fade, the more deeply I am able to understand her. I know, too, why she asked me not to forget her. Naoko herself knew, of course. She knew that my memories of her would fade. Which is precisely why she begged me never to forget her, to remember that she had existed."
— Haruki Murakami, “Norwegian Wood”
POWER’S BACK!
Finally
