Happiness is a tricky thing. Hard to define. Hard to hold on to. Hard to let go of. It arrives without warning and departs without leave. It will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, de-briefed or numbered.

Every joy contains its inverse. All bliss is but a promise of sorrow. Love... ah, well, there you go.

This is a picture of me at my happiest. There were going to be others, lows to set against that dizzy height, but fuck it. Let this be the story of 2004.

Forget the rest.
Posted by matt at January 3, 2005 01:30 AM