Hello’s are always difficult, much more so than goodbyes, in my experience.
The Smiths crying in the background, I’m hammering out the first, incoherent thoughts of what I’m hoping will be an experience; no idea why. There’s nothing like Morrissey’s bitter-sweetness to make you wanna reach out and touch someone.
If anybody reads any of this at all, it will be enough. We need the connectivity, the overlap. I need the overlap.
After all, if it’s not love then its the blog(/bomb) that will bring us together.