Saturday, November 29, 2008

· "Nobody will ever match up with that, not really, I'm probably going to spend my whole life chasing him— writing about him, trying to catch him in my notebooks and stories and wrapping him up in convoluted sentences until I can lose him in the structure of some book, in the structure of that great novel everyone tells me I'm destined to write, until then he'll only exist in pop songs like this, and in my heart."

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