in the middle of that riot, couldn't get you off my mind

sometimes when i walk home in the evening and everyone is coming home to their houses and dinner and wives and children and husbands i spy through windows draped in see-through curtains and lit softly by lamps on sideboards or candles or chandeliers and feel a kind of sadness without really knowing why.

in other, totally non-related news, i was sent a picture of my cousin mike with his father taken just the other day for an article in the toronto sun concerning remebrance day that literally floored me.

it's beautiful.