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2004-12-03
Picture me, in a coverless notebook leaved with paper scraps, cat photographs and napkins, scribbling frantically on the B train express out of solitude in my apartment towards solitude in a crowd. Picture the assembling crowd as it's transformed into a close-packed pyramid of pairs and trios and quartets; and I am wondering: Is this the night I find a way to nestle? Consolation Sites: 526 |