bake pie, eat food

“And then we realized that separation was destined to continue, we had no choice but to terms with the days ahead. In short, we returned to our prison-house, we had nothing left us but the past, and even if some were tempted to live in the future, they had speedily to abandon the idea—anyhow, as soon as could be—once they felt the wounds that the imagination inflicts on those who yield themselves to it.”
-The Plague, Albert Camus

with shea (who owns the bird and the words placed on my building photo-lah. she's in new york [nada surf!] and new jersey [geoff rickly!] everyday. i like her brain very much.)