the early hours

1:20 am on Sunday, May 4th, 2003

I saw American Beauty last night. I adore it unconditionally, except for Kevin Spacey speaking from beyond the grave… this was annoying. I don’t know how They could have fixed this, though. I am in transports of joy over the guy with the video camera.

Happiness is transient. You’ve got it and you lose it, begging the question: “Why bother in the first place?” Are past moments of happiness or success meaningful, or do they become inconsequential as soon as they pass? And if not, wouldn’t a single, remembered moment of true happiness be enough?

I want someone to watch the sun rise from a roof with me soon.

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