the five-o-seven

there are three or four points of reference that everything else has led up to or stemmed from.

there was a season of my life marked by a fifteen minute streetcar ride each afternoon.
fifteen minutes out of all the minutes in the day, the only had time i had to clear my mind.
the only time to be alone (in a trolley full of strangers). it's amazing, when that's all you've got, what it means to you.
(there will always be a spot in my heart for those streets)

9:48 p.m. - 2003-07-20

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