2005-11-27 - 7:45 a.m.

"I want to live in a city with no friends or family"
-Modest Mouse

I sit at the table and write long letters to a city that is four hours away. I'm not living in the moment, but I choose to disregard the future. Everything that has led up to this moment is gone, and all that remains is this moment: the radio and bright lights and the frost slowly melting on the ground outside, high heels and the clock's lonely progress.