Chronicle of a Life Lacking Momentum

The tender violence of adulthood, intersecting with the carefree destruction of youth. Hearing you talk up the virtue of the prolonged interaction as opposed to the fleeting distraction. The faith to keep looking or the enjoyment of delayed or impossible gratification, brings me back to svoermere and the pleasure principle. I hope you get it someday, and knowing you, you will. All the things you know but don't teach, the things you see but can't reach. Being clever never got you anywhere you wanted to be. Gated communities and beach side imprisonments. The waking revolution of the change of address, change of time. I used to think blood and ink were interchangeable, but permanence is determined by the medium you defile. The blurring landscape of concentrated memories. Fate in the form of bullets in a gun.