How I loved the movie 2001 as a child. (Still do.)
I'd wondered what I would be doing at that far away
time. I couldn't imagine. I certainly didn't have a plan.
Despite the cheery narration you've (I flatter myself)
enjoyed for these holiday snapshots, the trip had
a heavyhearted undertone: four weeks before I left,
Anne, my girlfriend of some three years, the
most important person in my world, realized that she
had to leave me, could no longer live with me, could
no longer love me. And now I've returned home, and
she is mostly moved out, and I still don't have a plan.
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