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This is all I've ever known: a nervous mix of commas and spaces, sometimes words, but for the most part just moments and movements and faces, and the way that I can't help but love helplessly and desperate. How can I show you? How can I show you what it's like being here on the other end of this invisible dotted line? All of these moments stagnating in a place without reason or apology, feeling things that might not really mean anything after we're gone, trying to call them unconditional in a place that's temporary ... this is hard. The stakes are high and our bets are weak. Are we playing safe? Are we playing for keeps? All I know is this stupid, clumsy infatuation -- this careful fascination with you, mysterious and evasive.
archaeology, battle royale, chinese culture, coffee, cranes for peace, dancing, electronica, free speech, hip-hop, japanese culture, kamen rider, photography, piano, psychology, rain, stars, tea, things also decade's fault, turntables, video games, ☆彡, ♥