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1:23 am, 2001-02-13

entry #3 today:

so what if i listen to mazzy star. so goddamned what? yes, i do have a reason.

nothing is more lonely and hopeless and desperate than driving at night a thousand miles from home woth nothing but unfamiliar radio stations for comfort. ineffective heater, your companion mercifully sleeping, and your eyes clouded with thoughts and sleeplessness and thoughts of sleep.

nothing brings back that exact feeling like mazzy star, once you've experienced it.

you pull into a dusty gas station and SWEAR you've been there before, and you have. only the faces and dollar amounts change. the bizarre thing is, you can remember the gas stations better than your origination point and destination. maybe its the stretching and the much-needed break from the radio stations, or maybe its the fantasy that you could stay there. you think, "i could just stop and live here." but you never do. you just take it in, get back into your life transporter and bring a piece of where you've been to where you're going. you realize you can never be home when you recognize that your accent doesn't fit. and like a shoe that does the same, you long to be removed. whether it's in the depths of your subconscious or an all-consuming obsessive need, home will always be home and you will always know when you are there and when you are not. and the road, despite what the beatniks say, is anything but a comfort.


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