December 2010
1 post
lazysunday
As my days march on, collapsing one into the other, into the other, into the other- I will not remember this Sunday. But this Sunday, like the ones before it: was doomed before it began. The fragile debt owed to this limitless space of doing things for a few dozen consecutive hours; it all emerges out of a place of great hope. Hope that things could be better for a little while. So this...