these clocks keep unwinding
2003-03-05 || 5:25 p.m.

I had such a strong sense of nostalgia this morning. It was like everything was alive with it. Its strange how your mind plays tricks on you like that. It's more than a memory. It's like a whole being.

Or maybe it is that this fragile time structure is less rigid; perceptions are more flexible and somehow things become muddled and mixed and days and feelings blend into one.