time she is not waiting. not quite. it is more that the years mean nothing to her any more, that the dreams and the street cannot touch her. she remains on the edges of time, implacable, unhurt, beyond, and one day you will open your eyes and see her, and after that, the dark. it [...]
the days between christmas and new years are always a little strange for me – curiously anticlimactic and yet oddly anticipatory. everyone seems to breeze through the days at a hurried pace, rushing to get to the new year — there, everything will be shiny and fresh and untouched; there, we can start again, with [...]
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