December 15, 2002
A drawing of Siamese twins pressed curiously into the red light fading into an auburn lamp. I watched my favorite people enjoy one another’s company, and though at first the sight of it disturbed me, I grew envious of those Siamese girls who could not get any closer as one. I wrapped my thoughts in a cigarette and watched it bloom through the candle light, dancing with the flame there. Those Siamese girls, my friends, the candle, the cigarette; they were all so perfectly infused into a single moment that I would remember through my longest days. Perfectly distilled moments.