Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance, and obsequious attendance, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board.
Henry David Thoreau (1817 - 1862)
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
A familiar vacuum...
Well...my baby's gone... in the name of practicality, i sold her into slavery last night. Watching the taillights blurrily dim in the gathering darkness, I know there will be another in the future, but still, i'm gonna miss her.