So soon

Well now. I wonder when this will go away.

Mile 3

Chouette, je te manque beaucoup.

Mad ramblings

A journey is given meaning by the markers that measure it. Without
frame of reference, we may as well live within a sensory deprivation
chamber.

We are a world sick at heart, starved for story to give us meaning,
but too blind to see the nose on our faces.

I don't know where to pick up or leave off any more.

Game over

If I hear about one more I'm gonna scream. No really, I will do it.

I was not made for this world. Sometimes if I was made to belong in
any world.

Let's go to Europe

I am not Frank Wheeler. Lord, save me from becoming Frank Wheeler.

Grace and Wisdom

November 7, 2008.

There will never be another.

Like sand through your fingers.

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I've never been so struck by the enormity of a gift. It's been hanging heavy on my heart all day. Lord, teach me to value things rightly.

And sometimes, when I think about the past, I want to vomit.