i see the threads that link all of the people that i know, and i don't see the ones to the people that i used to know, and i regret the ... missing-ness of them, but my memory doesn't serve to bring the ghost links back in any vibrancy* (a blessing, as damion suggested? i wonder...).

it makes me more glad of the threads that do exist now, and the desire to tug all those threads, pull the orbits of all the people that i constantly lament not seeing enough of, just a little bit closer.




*except, for some reason, the nearly annual tradition of nursing a bottle of vodka, playing old depeche mode, smiths, bauhaus, etc... cds, laying on the living room floor on a rainy night, and wondering what the hell happened to all the people i grew up with...