My beautiful girlfriend and I are celebrating our first year together on 9/26. I am so happy that she has stuck with me throughout everything that this year has thrown at us, and I’ve stuck by her just the same. It’s been one hell of a year, but I’m looking forward to another year with my love.
“The roar of the traffic, the passage of undifferentiated faces, this way and that way, drugs me into dreams; rubs the features from faces. People might walk through me. And what is this moment of time, this particular day in which I have found myself caught? The growl of traffic might be any uproar - forest trees or the roar of wild beasts. Time has whizzed back an inch or two on its reel; our short progress has been cancelled. I think also that our bodies are in truth naked. We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.”