on 2004-07-24 @ 10:01 p.m.
Sy, the photo guy, made me cry. There were people with me. I couldn't break out into heaving sobs. Like I did with all those other movies. Loneliness moves me like nothing else. Maybe even more than love. He was so lonely. Like me in a way. Sometimes, I feel the way he does. And that moves me.
He was so desperate. Just like me.