i was looking at old photographs yesterday, all trapped in the Pictures folder of my computer. it was strange to look at those photos, mostly because of the intense nostalgia i felt. is that a sign of getting older? or is that a sign of not currently being in a nostalgic moment?

either way, that esquire.com "fictional reporting" article on heath ledger was one of the best things about his death that i have read. the irony of it got right to me - a posthumous diary telling us not to speculate, while the whole thing fictionally speculates on non-fiction occurrences.

i want to live in amsterdam and work in a coffeeshop there.