the tape is coming off
08.10.02 1:52 p.m.

i've created time cards of sorts. eighteen years, two years, one point five months, two weeks and three days.

for these next two hours i shall be. and then i shall be for ten minutes. and then for a few seconds.

so see how it works? it gets broken down further and further.

i was thinking about why i write. is it because i'm afraid to tell anyone about these things. or- are these thoughts that we all have, but just never dare to speak. even at a whisper- our five inch voices from first grade.

and now we sit here with crippled fingers (my misadventures with rugby, but yours maybe different) and we try to push some buttons into meaning something.

something more than those two hours, ten minutes, and left over seconds.