Tourette's is just one big lifetime of tag, really. The world (or my brain---same thing) appoints me it, again and again. So I tag back. Can it do otherwise? If you've ever been it you know the answer.
You could grow up in the city where history was made and still miss it all.
My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.
I can't bear the silent ringing in my skull.
Good films demand to be looked at several times in order to be observed completely.
I'm a serial deconstructor of my own authority in certain areas.