nothing really to say today. well, too much to say, but the lump in my throat is just too big for yammering.

instead, some lyrics from a why? song that have been cycling through my head like the tour de france. over and over again. beautiful. tragic. perfect.

When we're on different sides of the globe
I thought we'd keep our veins tangled
like a pair of mic cables,
And if there ain't enough slack to reach
that we'd solder them together
and across oceans they'd stretch.