i found myself leaving work early to drive around downtown upon realizing how desperately i've craved the smallness afforded by towering edifices and even the smells of the city. it did not suffice.
i had a momentary glimpse into what my life might have been had not such a strange, yet subconsciously predictable sequence of events tanspired. i was led here, regardless of my destination.
i ache now having fallen through the fabric of time into and back from my other life. my other visions. my other daily route and favorite gyro stand. my other bike rack. my other friend.
there was a time when mania was incarnate in we. tangible and tasteable and fickle. there was a time energy saturated the air, when even to breathe it was difficult and each molecule was imbued with a chaotic and volatile expectation of the best and worst, combined into the most beautiful and horrible cataclysm witnessed by me or you.
it's still just a movie.
