October 21, 2002


  • Posts from the edge…


    …of the day. I don’t care when a new day officially starts according to the time-trackers, but my day should not start before 8AM.

    …of reality. There is something surreal about being out in the city before 7AM, especially before sunrise, when the streets are still with the expectant quiet of a new day.

    …of sanity? I don’t know if I could even pretend that I know where the edge of sanity is anymore.

    I think the point is that coffee is the only thing keeping me from dropping off…


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