written by owen on 2008-Sep-12.

It was about the same time as I took the picture (or a little after) that I got the message that my phone is out of storage space. A shock ran through my body as if a warm, fresh batch of dog urine had seeped up through my socks. It had to happen sooner or later as if by design. Now I have to put to rest everything that is in the phone, get a new one, start a new, way more fresher. It has to die for it's sins.

Every since I got it I had been taking "in the moment" pictures. Little slices of time and space like a fat girl loves cake. So that in the end, I can pull a clean sheet out of my pocket and write down all that we have achieved, all that we have seen, cause we are nothing but the sum of the things we give away. To whom much is given, much is tested.

Usually when this happens it leads to a war with myself as to what to get next. The devil will try to break me down. Only time will tell what dreams may come. A game in my mind, Sharona. Usually in my head the battle is the between the wise decision and the stupid decision. The functionality over design, the simplicity over art. There is never a perfect choice but lots chances to settle.

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