THE WICHITA LINEMAN

a glimpse into my tenuous grip on reality

4.18.2010

from 12/20/06

I want someone to carefully preserve their memory of me, to press it carefully between pages and then hold it, thin and fragile between their fingers and ache for me.
Posted by Rachel S at 8:20 PM
Labels: egotism, embarrassing honesty, thinking I was better at writing 4 years ago

1 comment:

Sara B. said...

It's ok, you were reading a lot of Joan Didion.

May 16, 2010 at 8:56 AM

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