the saint of big and bright.
Wednesday, Aug. 18, 2004
we went for a ride outside the city limits, wind in our hair and tunes lifting and everything else required of a starry starry night.and you asked me, shouting over the music, "how many are there?"
"that are truly there? we'll never know; by the time the light reaches us, they could be dead."
"a lot of things resemble that."
"it's true."
and we were quiet, letting the road pass under us.