of the winter garden they would know nothing

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Mint

The standard events happened in order: waking up, wandering through it, alcohol and sleep. Food scattered throughout. A little water, conversation and piss. The rare shit in a public lavatory. All of it added up to a day, week, month. It went on this way. It goes on this way. It will. The sun above us the sun beneath.

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