who knows. maybe i'll see you again someday. stranger things have happened after all.
it's a small city
we'll see.
or not
we'll see. one way or the other.
what's there to see exactly?
there's this movie that i like. that i watched again the other night.
these two characters have a very brief affair. and it comes to an abrupt and odd end.
one of them says to the other as it's ending: "what's wrong with you?"
and the other replies: "let me think about that. i'll tell you the next time i see you."
to which: "sure. tell me then."
on my first 1 or 2 viewings, i always thought the one *believed* they would see the other again, and that they would say just what was wrong with them. but this last time, on friday, i recognized that they only said it because they knew they would never see the other again.
what's there to see, K----? I don't know. and that's ok.
ah, what a hemingway-esque dialogue. yes, it's okay.
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...I remember the day that I walked away from this empty flight...
it was a month ago today.
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