shall we then say goodnight and mean goodbye

last night, downtown was everything i'd remembered it to be. the smells of cloves and cigarettes mingle in the air as we talk and laugh about everything under the sun, meeting new people like twenty-three-year-old ex-con gergei, locked up for terrorist threats he didn't make. beauty and darkness and friendship, somehow palo alto nights make it so much easier. and then the midnight movie at the aquarius with eight hours of pure sugar and caffeine causing me to float and spin and detach from the world, my face tingling and hands shaking, with lizzie beside me contemplating the crazy paintings on the walls. palo alto at two am. stars and streetlights and trees and magic.