bob dylan was here.

i awoke this morning, in a terrible state. feelings from last night were never settled. confused, upset, lacking hope, and feeling abandoned, i reluctently got out of my bed. the first thing i see when my eyes hit the floor is a torn, mangled peice of paper with just three words on it...
(don't get your hopes up, this story is not a happy one)
in the bottom right-hand corner there, typed, were the words, "i'm not there."
this hit me. hard. especially considering i have no earthly idea where the paper came from. i had recently bought the soundtrack to the movie, i'm not there, but there was no way that paper was from the packaging. no way. i had not printed such a document. so the question remains, where did the painstakingly truthfull paper come from?
maybe i will never know.
but i think i prefer it that way.











and incase you were wondering, it was torn and crumpled thanks to my dog, willow...at least that seemed the logical explination.