Your Past Is Always Your Past. Even

Some Things Are Meant To Be Broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It's Still A Memory Worth Having, Even If It's Not Exactly What You Imagined.

Its Been A Long Night" "aren't They All?

From This Distance, In The Dimness, The Model Looked Surreal, Made Up Of Parts Filled With Buildings, Bordered By Long Stretches Of Empty Space. It Reminded Me Of The Way Cities And Towns Look When You Are Flying At Night. You Can't Make Out Much. But The Places Where People Have Come Together, And Stayed, Are Collections Of Tiny Lights, Breaking Up The Darkness.

Conciseness Is Underrated