Thoughts on an empty space
As the world kept him thinking in turns so would the blank, empty, undiluted space in the upper right corner of his unimaginative American blog. It left itself for last - as if it knew it was much too smart for him - as if the search bar that had once been there was an overture to another space in time - as if that corner meant more than it really did.
@bedtime – my paper was old, y…
@bedtime– my paper was old, yellow, gasping for air, smeared with some sort of ancient ink and it meant nothing.
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