Saturday, July 26, 2003

the car will pass, and then i will pass. that car is such a beater, clunking along as it chugs past me down the dark street.

i'm reappearing from a day of disappearing. i didn't disappear completely, i just retreated for a few hours to a neighbourhood where no one knew me and no one would notice that i existed, watching people and writing nothing in particular.

No comments: