SOB STORY
The evening seems free of events, instead composed entirely of those trickling moments that vary in tone but not significance Dont talk to me about time on a night like this. There is only now, and things infest it. So what?
When drunk, any grim, mediocre analogy can feel like the most important thought of your life. So imagine a pool of stale despair within you; think of it as a rival inner ear. It tips, rocks and settles, vying for control, though the air of smoke and noise will take no side.
This is a flat pleasure no dips, no peaks, no mystery - a moodscape where any adventure waiting on the horizon is not so much a goal as it is an appointment, a transaction sealed with the perfunctory handshake of discourse There is only now. So what?
The evening seems free of events, instead composed entirely of those trickling moments that vary in tone but not significance Dont talk to me about time on a night like this. There is only now, and things infest it. So what?
When drunk, any grim, mediocre analogy can feel like the most important thought of your life. So imagine a pool of stale despair within you; think of it as a rival inner ear. It tips, rocks and settles, vying for control, though the air of smoke and noise will take no side.
This is a flat pleasure no dips, no peaks, no mystery - a moodscape where any adventure waiting on the horizon is not so much a goal as it is an appointment, a transaction sealed with the perfunctory handshake of discourse There is only now. So what?
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I am not going to Nick this week really upset but I had to sell my ticket