Untitled - June 29, 2003 Living in a shadow of loneliness, every moment was lost to the past. Lurking in the hidden corners of fear and loss, life was held in the immediacy of the everyday now. A daydream of rest, a lucky shift in landscape, every lick of love was lost in a lake of lust. The pendulum shifted and hopes returned once more to a land dampened of future and living in the past.