09 November 2014

Sometimes I dream of Texas, but then I remember the note I wrote to myself three days after I moved to California, about that time having ended forever

It’s true— me from the past is right

If I were to ever go back it would be a cheap carbon copy of a great thing that died a long time ago

Virginia too

There is no other option than to go it alone into that dark future

Or lie down on the beach and be eaten by birds