having a late dinner yesterday I kept asking myself: “was it a stupid idea to come?” you’ve made it pretty clear before that you didn’t want to see me, or talk to me, or even text me.
I came nevertheless, and I still think it was the right thing to do.
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September 30, 2008
nothing can kill you when you’re already dead
I read Esme’s mail on the market square of the big city in the south. I had just been talking to some guys who had created a web community for youths but behaved as if they were twice my age. On my way to the airport, I had stopped by the market to buy some food [...]