I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.
~ Salvador Plascencia
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
I am gone tomorrow. And there and gone again by the time you read this.
Like all stories of creators who bring life from the dead, his story began with a struggling butcher, who chased a gray cat, caught it, took off its studded collar, and slit its throat.
