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Sep. 24th, 2004 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI went to see the motorcycle diaries last night and... I couldn't speak afterwards. Loud conversations, and me, sitting away from the people I went with, head down, trying to keep tears out of my eyes. Yeah, it was really that good.
Walking home. Samosa, and listening to people talking about the town I'm from, people I'd never met, never seen. I sometimes wish I'd been from a little town, but then I think I'd have no secrets. I am my secrets... except from some people. Some people I'm honest with, and that's scary, and thanks for letting me.
The moon was amazing. Huge, and yellow, and from my street no matter which way you look you can't see it.
Walking past the local brothel, the squeak of bed springs.
Books in a charity shop about Egypt and Rome... now in my living room. *g*
And now to work.
Later.
Walking home. Samosa, and listening to people talking about the town I'm from, people I'd never met, never seen. I sometimes wish I'd been from a little town, but then I think I'd have no secrets. I am my secrets... except from some people. Some people I'm honest with, and that's scary, and thanks for letting me.
The moon was amazing. Huge, and yellow, and from my street no matter which way you look you can't see it.
Walking past the local brothel, the squeak of bed springs.
Books in a charity shop about Egypt and Rome... now in my living room. *g*
And now to work.
Later.
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-24 08:08 am (UTC)More later. *dead from tired*