Sometimes when I conceptualize of the world I populate it with imaginary people. I give them personalities, dreams, troubles big and small, beliefs, lives unfathomable until they defy the very imagination that created them. I am convinced that the real world is just as such, and as I behold it I am filled with strange feelings of longing, sadness and love.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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