I'm sitting on my mattress and listening to my new roommate singing along to an unidentifiable singer/songwriter. He has a nice voice and it pleases me that I will probably have a soundtrack most of the time we're both here.
The thing about gathering everything you own is, you reexamine all of it. I've found journals, so many journals. Thumbnails of so many potential comics. Half-started drawings. Reading and seeing who I was when I first came to this city is sort of heartbreaking.
"My life is about to fucking supernova," I told Jen on the deck of Red Rocket Coffee on the evening of her departure.
Thinking about the future means you want something.
-Douglas Coupland
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