Saturday, January 17, 2009

Nada Surf - Paper Boats

Driving by a cemetery once, my dad turned to me and said, in español of course, "all of this running around and worrying about all these trivialities of life only to end up in there." I thought about it for a minute and telepathically agreed.

Now, he says a variation of that statement every time we drive by a cemetery, and I can't decide if the poignancy of the first time he said it keeps being diluted.


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