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November 21, 2007
The reality of time fascinates me. Itís something iíve never understood, something iíve always been outside of in one way or another.

I was sitting on a bed, early morning in boston, listening to because. It was a certain time in a certain place in the world. (I am in a life suspended, a place i used to live.) The air a bit warm, the clock read nine-whatever. I closed my eyes and my head spun, swung out of that place and higher. I was hours away, lifetimes, and also immediate.

Because always does that to me, amazement. Awe.