But There’s Variation

October 22nd, 2003 11:09 PM

The lyrics of 102 Pond street taunt me. Except it’s only been a year. I can’t even remember what happened a year ago. All I’ve got left are distorted memories and responses to questions that I’ve learned through repitition to give without thought. And no matter what I do, I seem to move neither closer nor father away from one year ago. Stuck.

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