we, of course, took the family photos that were put out with the trash. in the end, we had pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained-- oddly shaped emptiness mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn't name.
what lingered after them was not life, but the most trivial list of mundane facts.
--jeffrey eugenides, virgin suicides
jaded are nightmares that come to life.
sometimes, old ghosts come back to haunt. what a better place than within one's head?...