Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, October 30, 2017

10.29

I've filled my car with books. The suspension is sagging, the doors are trapped, the windows strained. Every time I brake, I can hear the edges of some page or other grating on a thousand more. I may not get there quickly, but where I'm going, I'll have what I need, and it won't be you. Get out of my life, YouTube. Stay home, Twitter. Burn in a fire, Facebook. Hasta la Vista.

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