Moving on.

He thought to himself, "It was nice to see you, again. I had forgotten about your smile." And for everything that had slipped into the cracks of their collective memories, they had remained consistent in their defiance to be forgotten. To rebuild, but not with each other. To simply rebuild; the vagueness of it all served as a reminder of all things eternal and mysterious, true and exaggerated. And "I missed you" transcended the triteness of sex, of hand holding, of kisses, of touches and of mutable desires. It was the final maturation of the things that had connected the two.

Tien Tien

5 minutes more, please. Content to be delayed.

This is the part where I run.

I think I am scared of her. And this fucking island. But mainly her.

Split personality functionality.

I have this paralyzing fear of commitment.  It's rearing its ugly head, again.  

Journey home.

Nepal will stay with me for a very long time to come.  

I didn't know either.

I'm heading to Nepal on Monday.  

So odd how this had absolutely nothing to do with anything I planned on doing this summer; in fact, it is the complete opposite of what I was planning on doing.  I was supposed to be either working or filming... but instead, I'm going to Nepal to take photos on a Taoist missionary trip.  Odd.  

This is how horror movies start.

Today we drove through the mountains.  Today we drove through the mountains with an almost empty tank of gas.  Today, as we drove through the mountain we heard loud shouts and screams.  Today as we drove through the mountains being chased by these loud shouts and screams, I looked to see that the empty light had turned bright blood red.  Today was a scary day.