poo tee weet?

remnants. i like that word.
i've been thinking about how much they're worth, but mostly, more essentially, more truthfully,
i've been thinking about how much our remnants are worth.

you know, your friends that i won't talk to again. your sunglasses that i might be giving back to you because it's buried deep in a box that is itself buried in my closet. at least you'd wear them again. the notes i left you that you probably threw away. so it goes. but you can't be faulted for that; i keep everything. i don't have an answer, presently.

in other news. even though we're just acquaintances, i think kosine is one of the coolest boys i've ever met. :)