November 8, 2005

  • Dry

    After the call, I just had to hear Moby’s album “Play”.. For some comforting, but unknown reason, I always return to this album when there’s either some immense fear &/or sadness I can’t run from.

    Life is about finding those things, I suppose. Endings, and beginnings…

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