So it goes...and goes...and goes....

I lost track of time a long time ago; I hope to never regain it.

I have been to places that I can recall in my mind, but never knew their exact location. Like that time I was in Astoria with man of greek decent. I never could remember his name, but I do remember his car. He drove me home in complete silence that morning. Was his regret? Anger? Sorrow?

So it goes.

Down was up and up was over.

So it goes.