November 2009
1 post
the fall 2009 nota is like a month away,
find oneself hungry enough to move through the house at night
find oneself moving ones hands over the texture of wallpaper
find oneself searching for light switches that were never there
find oneself saying, what the fuck, too loud and like a song
find oneself lost in a pitch black forest
find oneself listening to the flu behind ones ears
find oneself finding the computer and its internet...
