Monday, September 13, 2004
the dark age
'Hello?'
'Its dark.'
'I don't know. I can't see.'
'I said I don't know. I can't see a thing. It's completely dark.'
'I can't remember.'
'Something though. I was doing something. There was something important and I was in the middle of it.'
'I can't remember. Its too dark.'
'I know it was important. It had to be important. I was doing it. Right in the middle of it.'
'Its gone and I can't see a thing.'
'Did I write it down? Of course I did. I said I was doing it. Its right here. Its here somewhere.'
'Damn it. I wrote it down. Its here somewhere. But I'll never find it. There's paper everywhere.'
'I know but I can't see. Not a damn thing. And even if I could. There's paper everywhere.'
'Its too much. I'd never find it.'
'Yeah, well you can't write that sort of thing down anyways. You have to just sort of live it.'
'Yeah, that's right.'
'Well its gone. And its too damn dark to tell.'
'Anyways, I gotta go.'
'Bye.'
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