they arent all true, not every memory, even some that you love to believe

2004-03-12, 3:09 a.m.

dusty and dirty green, the sky was freezing tonight, making transparant crusts from on all the trees in the hills. i dont think ive lived this day before. i could be mislead, but i dont think ive lived this day before. and i think its true, what i told my friend, about how we make memories from tv programs, or movies. when you think about that for a minute, you got to feel a sharp pang of mistrust, since we are a collection of memories, some that we remember, and some that are stored in a cardboard box in the basement.

reminds me of waking life but just a little different: its not enough that you spend your physical free time watching TV, now they get your past for free.