"last year i wrote and wrote and wrote and rewrote i recon wrote and wrote about this thing, the past, i wrote so much about the past and present and future that it became a moment a mantra a way of life, the future does not exist the present exists for a split second and the past is the only thing that is concrete and real. i'm not saying i didn't have a point all of those months ago i am just saying that when you see your theories in motion it really cuts. looking constantly backwards looking back at the things that i did and were doing feeling and thinking it is first completely reassuring but at the same time totally daunting and everything - if the past is all i have and if this past that i shared with you, if that past is slipping away from me one step at a time then what do i have with you, once that past disappears from my mind - where will we be and what will we be?"
now i believe in the future. I think?
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