Decked

Time goes by so. The substances of my life are clear, removed.

Tonight is the peak of the Geminids, it's freezing rain under neon pink skies. Sat in the pews at church today, indulged in many blank moments. Was tapped on the shoulder by a leak in the roof. Read an article on film in a 2006 journal which referenced Ararat.

Dad visited for Thanksgiving, it was pretty bitter. We're all a little sick in our own little ways, disappointed in life's many twisted facets. I worry a little about my effect on my brother. Though perhaps it can't be helped.

Haven't talked to Chelsea or Erika in a while. I don't think they cared to stay friends with each other, and maybe it's the same way now with me. Mike seems to linger in an awkward stage in life, one of pitiable denial. Garrett lays an abandoned wall of silence. Who else was there.