My shadow nailed itself to the wall last week. I watched with minor-key irritation. It sobbed dark gray tears across of a face of rational foresight. I consoled it with unfiltered starlight and sweetbread nothings. A week of closed doors, and no progress. Bullets rained from highrise windows without discernible reason. I picked through discarded casings, searching for answers. There were none. There never are.
6:12 p.m. - 2017-10-02
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