Cold. Rain. My kind of weather.

I read this in Found magazine, my new favorite rag:

The non-existent is that which has not been sufficiently desired. 

This sounds like something from "My Sister and I", which is a whole different can of worms, but one I read on warm grass in the park outside the science lab in college. I can almost see that curly-haired girl walking with her thin tshirt and flip flops. What was her name...she was much smarter than I ever hoped to be, and endlessly attractive.

Anyway, off to meditate.