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October 20th, 2012

Perhaps we should go out in Seoul.  Right now.

“You’re just being a devil tonight.”

Perhaps I am.  It matters nothing to the butterflies in the fields of Sweden, to the me who lived yesterday, or to the regret-filled me of tomorrow morning.  If you think about it, it’s already over.  Enjoy it while it lasts, as I’m feeling more and more that enjoyment’s all we got, and that’s as fleeting and significant as the breath I just took to keep me alive.  Comprende?

No.  But does that matter either?

No.  And if you can reconcile that, you’ve hit zen.

Let’s dance.

To Seoul?

To life.



Take flight.

Drink Hite.

Feel might.

We might.

Wee mite.

Good… night.

One Comment:

  1. Good night?  That’s it?  Where’s the rest of this story?

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