lost red book

i placed a small red book on the trunk of my car and drove off. i never found it again. i interpret this as an end, and a beginning. the book symbolized a moment of my past, and is now lost among the sidewalks and rain gutters of suburbia.

so, instead of mourning my lost book, and the notes inside--i already have a new book anyway--i'll use this blog to fill the remainder of the book with things i might have written inside it. and since this blog isn't limited by two covers and a finite number of pages, it may last a little longer.

here's to my lost red book.