At 23 years old I stood on a train platform in a distant city and watched the reflection of a sunset on the Biltmore.  The glass was full of vivid yellows and red and it was beautiful and painful and sad.  I had been told by movies and pop songs since my youth that nothing gold could stay and in that moment i knew it to be true.  We had taken a trip to rekindle something that may have never been there in retrospect and I knew at that moment this weekend was the last good time we would ever have together.  There is a melancholy to the end of things.  I always feel it because I am painfully nostalgic for things that never even really existed.  This is all quite a strange way to start an entry but it is where my mind has gone.  We grow as people and things change, we grow apart, we grow to the point where we aren’t the same person we were a few years ago.  My obsession with Kate Upton is rather well documented, she was being posted almost twice a month for a long time.  She rarely shows up anymore.  She is still pretty.  I still think she’s pretty buit interestingly a lot of the spark is gone for me.  I couldn’t tell you why.  I have simply moved on.  And that made me think of the setting sun as I stretched my legs for the few moments they would allow, it isn’t that I will never post her again.  Nor that I will never think of her.  But I am relatively confident that part of my life is behind me.  And I am the sort of person who apparently gets nostalgic for celebrity crushes.  Or maybe it’s just the black and white.  She is pretty though.  Today I want to fuck Kate Upton.