9.22.2008

Kief




Realized that everything that exists dances together at night on a stony seashore speckled with black holes. It’s cold and damp—there’s the fishy smell of emerging life. That which I call myself is the reflected streetlight on the windshield of the car I borrowed to drive here—the large plastic monstrosity parked alongside the boardwalk’s rotting husks.





pingting




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