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It's been nearly 80 for weeks, and now the snow is about to come. Today is sad because caballo blanco is dead, but, for a life-long runner, imagistically, how best else to die? Mckinley is heading back to seattle now. And though the trip were not just for me, it feels as if it was. It's amazing how long I've gone on thinking that any relationship is forever unreliable. For all these sad things, I think the most sad thing I thought of circles kerouac in: Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
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ReplyDeleteBut, something I struggle with is definitely the transience of relationships. Sometimes they die slowly, like a melting glacier. Sometimes, it's like your dog (unconditional love) was replaced with a doppleganger (voided unconditional love), and you ask yourself, "When did this happen?" It's always happening, that's the bane of caring.
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