Flames to dust, lovers to friends
Why must all good things come to an end?
I’m in my last year, almost my last quarter, at UCSC. It’s a scary thing, and so I find I’m listening to a lot of music about endings. A lot of it is really bad, but still somehow moving. I dunno. We’re talking about impermanence, and nothing feels less permanent than my life these days. Twelve weeks and I’m out in the world.
Also, it's my birthday. And that was cool too.
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