Night falls fast.
Today is in the past.
Blown from the dark hill hither to my door
Three flake, then four
Arrive, then many more.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
finishing "asylum" poem / bike riding to work / drinking too much / turned my xp into a mac... / listening to the Eurythmics and Astral Weeks... slowly making my appartment look less like a DMZ.
wooh hah...