2002-07-15 | 1:45 p.m.
I've got the urge for going....

Trapped in a city marked by urgency and cannibals. A city with unnoticed slit wrists. Where all the people are faceless and all the animals are dead. All roads lead to suburbs of hell where entry is for all and sundry.

I can't live with or without it.

I want naivete. The most potent kind that created Santa Claus and smiling suns and complete selflessness. I want dreams untouched by pragmatism. Where I believe in the person I envisioned myself being when I looked into the mirror as a five year old.

I don't want to live here. I can't live here anymore.

I have nowhere to go. Nothing to do. No one to turn to.

deja vu? | jamais vu?