Analog Anonymity

November 30th, 1991 It’s been a long wait and a cold winter, but now you’re here. All the time I’ve been waiting for you, I wondered what to say. Maybe it was never a big deal, but I couldn’t help but rehearse it in my head. How are you? How have you been? I don’t…

November 11th, 1991 I want to be a beautiful girl. But more than that I want to love a beautiful girl. I want her to love me. Do you love me?

September 18th, 1991 What does the future hold? Or, for that matter, the past? Who am I? Who have I been? Who will I be? Is there a place for me? Has there ever been? I do not gain wisdom as time passes; instead, I seem to lose all sense and rationality. The world becomes…

February 14th, 1991 There’s something fantastic somewhere. Or maybe not. But who cares?

January 27th, 1991 I think I’ve seen you somewhere before There were days when you appeared to me in a dream. Never showing your face. But I know you. The way you feel. The way you smile. How could I ever forget it? Will you dive beneath the waves? Will you return to me? No…

January 1st, 1991 I think I may be closer to something, or perhaps someone, than I realize. Even still, I don’t know what I should do. What am I meant to do? Have I been doing anything right? It certainly doesn’t feel that way. Am I going backwards? Forwards? Maybe I’m shifting off to the…

October 1st, 1990 For as long as I can remember, I’ve been staring at those doors. What’s behind them? The big bright lights, the crowds, and all the merry-making and jubilee. I’ve always wanted to be there. I can’t say for sure that it’s all that appealing because I really don’t know, but everything on…

April 7th, 1990 Whatever happened to love for love’s sake? I don’t know what I believe. Is there such a thing as duality? Halves and wholes? For what reason could we ever have to part? If we’re meant to be together, then isn’t that enough? Oh, how I long to see you. Again. For the…

February 14th, 1990 To the soft velvet stylings of cosmic crooners, I lament the lonesome hours spent yearning for a touch I may have never known. To exist out of time and out of space, I feel some sort of sentimentality for experiences I’ve never known in this life, which I am meant to service.…