still grasping at your image for reasons unknown… feeling torn, unsettled, incomplete (in a dementia praecoxic sort of way) and forever cursing your memory (which is after all mine ) as it viciously tears my beleaguered soul… before it finally dies, unforgotten.
-Marc Weber (beatvibe)
(I wasn’t sure whether anyone would put it together. Or, for that matter, whether it’s worth putting together…)