Archive for August 11, 2004
Bedshaped
Something’s wrong with the sky. It’s blue when it should be black. It’s light when it should be dark. It’s empty when it should be full of stars. Oh, it’s dawn. Where am I? Flatbush and Fourth, ok. What time is it? 5:30. Oh Jesus. I need a cab. Walk towards the clock tower. That…
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