index | archives | notes Friday, Aug. 02, 2013 11:57 p.m. << [ Fairy Ring ] >> I remember when I was a child and felt the back yard was so big. Like it stretched on for eons. Like the sandbox would always be there. Like things would never change. Then I remember when I as a teenager and the back yard felt so stifling; the four solid walls trapping me; the time I did shrooms and they breathed around me. I sat curled in them again last night, the four fence walls, and the back yard felt big once more. Big the way the american dream feels big; big like a dream I'll never achieve. I dunno what the next step is, but I know I'm not happy, and when I'm not happy that means something needs to change. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org