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By Riggs Date: 2001 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.14.03.19.11103]] |
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I went to see my parents today, ate lunch and realised not much had changed, went through my old room, old drawers, photographs of forgotten moments, forgotten events it pains me how few faces I can identify. My collection of wallets, proof that no one has a clue what to give a young teenager for his birthday. Scraps of paper bearing phone numbers which no longer have a pleasing ebb and flow, beneath names I have no face for. and buried under everything else.. every love letter I've ever received, all decorated with the brightly coloured ink favoured by teenage girls, with cute smiles still too young to play the game proficiently. |