Sunday, December 9, 2012

Ashtray, candle, beer can

I am reading a book while my friend sleeps.  Soft snoring and football in the other room make the heat from the register seem futile.  To detail the small moments that fill an overarching blanket of undetermined emotion is the only way I've found to document and understand the whole damn thing.  And really, it doesn't work quite right.

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