Thursday, April 6, 2017

THE BEAUTY IN THE BLACKOUT






I’m lying in bed with my consort of the moment, staring at the ceiling with a loud white void glaring garishly in my memory.

There is an immediate sensation of serious brain pain, and a kind of numb awareness that I simply don’t know whose house this is.





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