Analog Anonymity

October 1st, 1995 Keep your head up… You can be so cool and so sweet… Stay focused. Don’t just give up… Because I want to learn what’s in your heart… You’re more special than you know. Just keep going… Show everyone what you can do… If you keep messing around, you’ll hurt me too… When…

May 19th, 1995 What can I say? What can I do? Would you come to me? Will you come to me? How can I make you come? I wanna make you come.

May 13th, 1994 I don’t want to be here. In fact, with each passing day I wonder what it is exactly that ‘here’ is meant to be. It feels more like fiction, life, I mean. But there’s something that keeps me going, keeps me searching. I sense it. I see it. I smell it. I…

March 16th, 1994 Let’s get lost In each other. In ourselves. Within shapeless polygons. Without formless facsimiles. Whatever is whatever. Let’s be that.

August 11th, 1993 What am I dreaming of? When I’m awake I can’t seem to remember. Is it a person? Is it a place? Is it perhaps nothing at all? Where do I go from here?

March 3rd, 1993 Hello? Is anybody there? Can anybody hear me? Sometimes I wonder… I mean, what’s the point? I don’t mean to sound defeatist; it isn’t that. I’d really like to know. If I had some idea, I’m sure I could do better. Right now I feel empty, vacant. The list of chores is…

November 14th, 1992 If I believed in redemption, could I find it? I’m sure there’s such a thing as too late, but does that mean there’s no reason to make a fresh start? I’ve failed myself time and time again. I’ve failed everyone from my first draw of breath. I like to pretend that it…

November 1st, 1992 Everybody has somewhere to go. Everybody has a road to take. The signs are all around, and they can’t be ignored forever. I thought it’d be nice for us to go away together. Well, I’m grown. I know some things you just have to do on your own. I don’t know if…

October 17th, 1992 It’s so late that it’s soon to be early. I couldn’t sleep, so you decided to stay up with me. You didn’t have to, but that’s what you chose. You’re just about as loyal as a person can be, you know that? Do I deserve this? As I write this, you’re in…

February 2nd, 1992 The wind blows gently, then fiercely, then gently again. The snow lands all around me, and the great white haze obscures my vision. I’m cold, so cold in fact that I feel like I might get frostbite. So cold in fact that I know if I stay in it much longer I’m…