“I’ve never forgotten all our yesterdays. I’m lucky if we’re speaking on holidays.” Worlds apart.
“I’ve never forgotten all our yesterdays. I’m lucky if we’re speaking on holidays.” Worlds apart.
I sit. Motionless. Speechless. Thoughtless, if I could. I fixate on one tiny detail this world has to offer. A leaf or a crack in the asphalt. I feel the world spinning slower and slower. More slowly until it almost…
We make resolutions. We resolve. But what has really been resolved? Three hundred plus days and nights, warped and bent from sips and servers laid out like landscape mode. A portrait of professional self-pity. I loathe neckties wrapped loosely about…
