Monday, February 5, 2007

from an entry, February 1996

There was nothing modern or civilized, nothing except our surroundings, in the way that Ryan and I, with cupped palms, lifted and drew chocolate chips into our mouths.
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  1. TomFebruary 11, 2007 at 1:41 PM

    This journal entry is a prime indicator of how the quality of everyday experience deteriorates as one ages.

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