Interned
I can’t believe I’m at this desk again: this cruel, sandwich-crust-covered desk in front of the same rude screen that’s shaking ever so slightly like it’s on crack and whispering the pain of a thousand headaches to come
I can’t believe I’m at this desk again: this cruel, sandwich-crust-covered desk in front of the same rude screen that’s shaking ever so slightly like it’s on crack and whispering the pain of a thousand headaches to come
Ra hadn’t the city since he’d moved to New York, but when I took him to Coney Island his eyes lit up like a child talking about birthdays. We squinted in the sun and walked up and down the boardwalk and waded in the sea with a desperate joy