Old notes I
Nov. 25, 2010
It’s snowing.
I got a sudden insight of how temporary everything is. And how clear it is now that it’s me, only me all along, and this snow. Me and no one else. Cause everybody leaves eventually. myself included. People become your coffee buddy, sushi buddy, drinking buddy, movie buddy, pancake buddy, or even bed buddy, for a while. But every time it snows, I’m reminded that people come and people go; positions are held, swapped, abandoned, and re-held. But don’t let the confusion from it distract you to forget that certain spots remain forever unassignable. That I would never have a snow buddy.
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