[ i won't let you bury it / i won't let you smother it / i won't let you murder it... ]

I suppose I should keep it simple.

The following photo was taken by Keith after the first Updog Concert in Gummere Basement. It kinda speaks for itself.

This is probably my favorite (personally relevant) picture ever.

I mean that without a trace of exaggeration. It conveys beauty without sacrificing honesty (I mean, you can see my goddamned sweat stains). We're both really, really happy in our own ways: I, manic and gleeful, and She, demure and content. This seems like nostalgia years too early, but we look so young (and carefree, no less). We were young; I don't think I'd yet turned 18 when this picture was taken, and my soul patch is notably absent.

...my, how we've grown.

Folks tend not to understand why we tried to cling to a relationship, to stay together for more than four years when we made each other so miserable so often. I offer this picture by way of explanation.

Music: Muse's Absolution is still running through my head. The album simply ate last summer, and return visits under similar conditions are enjoyable enough to make rush hour traffic bearable, no small feat (as DC residents well know).