I went to the kitchen for water before bed and I saw a glow on the floor and I could tell that the moon was shining fiercely through the window; I remembered P. C. told me how bright it was, and I looked out and there it was peering above two dark silhouettes of buildings. Two windows at the end of the building on the right were lit and cast a white glow on the building to the left. Suddenly there was a flicker. And then nothing. It was a window in the other building and again it burst into golden light, but stayed on.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Friday, January 17, 2003
Been salivating a lot and spitting on the train tracks, and I think I'm comin' down with something.
Labels:
Illness,
The Subway
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