Earlier today i had some fun, though, visiting the beach in the rain. It was icy cold and i froze my butt off sitting on a rock waiting for sunset, but the wind and the solitude helped clear my mind. When sunset came, it didn't. The sky was so overcast the world turned to slate. A lot of people here hate the winter and early spring because from the sky to the streets everything is the same dirty shade, but to me it has its own beauty. It's like a million tiny mirrors - when you don't look for the edges you just see your own psyche reflected back. I look for the edges. I love the breaks, the lines.
Ten years ago i was alone too, alone in my apartment with a bottle of champagne and a well of regret and self-loathing. I've spent the decade emptying that well of darkness and letting the sun shine in, though the odd bucket still comes up black. Back then i hoped the new millennium would bring bliss as i finally stepped into the new me - a charmed life surrounded by beautiful things and beautiful people. That's what dreams are made of when you read too much Vogue. Of course i didn't get the happiness i hoped for from my new life; i didn't get the glamor, i didn't get the girl. Tonight i still have my regrets, i still have my dreams, and i'm once again about to step into a new life. In my current emotional swing that symmetry is oddly pleasing.