Saturday, June 26, 2004

We may not end up in the history books, but we are the ones who bear the burden of these little ticks of the clock; we are held fast as these drips of time splatter against our foreheads like droplets from a Chinese water torture device.

-written on a scrap of paper; taken from the pile beside my bed

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