[Listening to: 'Travel Is Dangerous' by Mogwai]
His arms reach to her as he is being ferried towards the mainland. He sees the blue over the hills, and the sun, as it lays itself to rest: it is a beautiful bright, right before the day ends dark; the beginnings of a dusk like no other. He says to her, "I wish you could see this", while listening to Mogwai, improperly burned by himself to a CDR, a friend's gift. And so it only plays until track four before the music starts skipping and crackling and stalling thereafter. He stops listening to it after a repeat of track four and places his headphones back into his backpack. He then zips it up and holds it firmly against himself.
"Our miles are kilometers, and that's how it'll be. For now," he says with a smile.
"I still wish you could see this."
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
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