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October 4, 2003
"Color my life with the chaos of trouble, 'cause anything's better than posh isolation..." Belle and Sebastian.

October is nostalgia. Used tissues, old floppy disks. Rediscovered genius. Dust-coated photographs. Pins and needles. The quiet drone of the television in a room where a man sits, sipping white wine and folding a basket of laundry.

Hush. Tiptoe up the stairs. Whistle as the dusk unfolds. Laugh as the wind picks up your hair and tickles your neck. Cry as you examine the books of your childhood. Smile as you crawl under the crimson quilt. But don't leave. Don't ever leave. Never.