This evening, Diana, Erica, Trevor, and I went over to Elena's. It really was good to see friends again, and we had a great time talking and watching Analyze This, but it made leaving somewhat saddening. It seems I can't say goodbye to friends anymore without looking back wistfully.
After the long ride home with Trevor, I biked out to a dark, quiet part of the neighborhood, and watched stars and fireflies and breathed the heavy fragrances of summer. Feeling a little lonely, I considered for some time the idea that the stars would keep burning even if there was no one left to see them. Of course, there's a very similar arboreally-inclined saying, but it seems infinitely more tragic in the case of stars.
(Another entry written last night on notebook paper.)
posted on Thursday, June 26, 2003
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