|2005-01-18 - 8:35 p.m.
testimonial to one of the great loves of my life.
anna has no mouth. to communicate, she uses sonar, beat, and wave. i sometimes have to drive to point arena just to pick up the frequency. but once i do, i can hear the eruptions of a thousand screaming sirens beckoning from the shores of the future. and though the landing may be treacherous and wild, i will surely sail in her direction.