Saturday, February 11, 2006

a fond fairwell to a friend

As I sit in training for my job, I recall a dramatic moment between myself and a special somebody who was very close to me...

I was looking up and realized that a piece of my hair had come out and was floating in the air. I blew on it gently and it went up toward the ceiling.

Goodbye, friend. See you in the dust particles of this building.

1 comment:

Unspar! said...

Surreal.