Jan 16 2007
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The Fortress lives up to its name
There are no lights on upstairs. I’m lit by the glow of Ogden’s screen in the Fortress of Solitude wrapped in my favorite red-towel, fresh from the shower. I don’t know why I sat down here. I can’t remember anymore. Maybe it was to avoid finishing the shitty, shitty Vampire book I’m reading. All I know is that sitting here kind of naked and a little shivery singing Eminem’s “Lose Yourself” is the most peaceful and balanced I’ve felt all day.
