something about this just makes me feel old.



all the stars are projectors, yeah


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'but in spite of the murderer's horror before the body of his victim, that body must be hacked to pieces and hidden, and the murderer must make use of what he has obtained by his crime.'

-- leo tolstoy
snowstorms and school being over mean i've been alone a lot lately and listening to an unusual amount of modest mouse. i keep flashing back to early 2003: it was another winter, i was younger, i was contemplating becoming a resident of the fictional version of the town of nightmute, they were still remodeling the kitchen, my father was paying for a special long distance plan just so i could call julia in calgary (and the family wasn't discussing it openly), and i had a notion that something special always happened on or around my birthday.


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