"He pointed at, Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.
I pointed at, There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.
He pointed at, How sad.
I pointed at, And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet.
He pointed at, Cried and cried and cried.
I pointed at, Don’t cry.
He pointed at, Broken and confused.
I pointed at, Something.
He pointed at, Nothing.
I pointed at, Something.

Nobody pointed at, I love you.”


- Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
i found my copy of the San Jose Merc from September 12, 2001
it's so bizarre that it's been 8 years.