Why
>> Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sometime late yesterday evening, with friends wondering why the world is such a dismal place on my right and a haunted apartment to my left. For some moments, the world is a beautiful place.
Sometime early next morning, back home, with no ghosts or friends around, notebooks marking my area, furious journal entries with certain scribbled words actually decipherable. Most of the words seem to be 'stupid', 'economics' and 'damn it all, I am getting married'.
This is why.
