I haven't talked to anyone about it, but I'm really sad sometimes. It is kind of like typical depression or discomforting sense of aloneness, but when it comes, I'm wondering about what she's doing in her basement by the river.

Mostly everything I write here is totally abstract or totally literal to the point of being even more abstract, but I think everyone can relate to this, missing a person who is only a 40 minute walk away.

In other news, the chips soaked in lighter fluid looked good as they flew in flames when the firecrackers exploded. Many beers were knocked over, and burgers were grilled. Rode, swung, swam, watched, drank, laughed.