Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Played Out by artist Abby Freeman
Lovely evening dress, no? It's made of "ex-boyfriend's cassette tapes." Brilliant.
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