"I followed the road map...the horizon was empty and dry"
Memorial Day, Rheostatics
Musical horizons seem a touch meeker, and a touch weaker, today, as they step back from existence.
I have attempted to establish a repository for two main things that I hold dear - thoughts and events. It might seem bland, to say that this will be where I record some of what I concede in ways of cognitive insights and summaries of events and experiences, but trust me that in the boundary of selflessness, I will try to make it an exciting read. If at very least a read that you dont feel like moments were stolen from you. Journalism is not a forte, just a way.
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