2013-02-01 - 11:13 p.m.
so stuck, here.
traffic clogged the beltline until it was hard for me to breathe. outside, a thin sunset scraped across the horizon and the trees were swaying in an improbable way. a few fat drops of rain splattered on the windshield.
i rolled down the windows to let in the noise and weather. a person stays pinned to the world by little things.
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reading: the cardboard house, by 'martín adán.' tried the spanish, gave up and went for the lovely translation.
listening to: collectors - springtime carnivore.
working on: finishing unfinished projects before i take up any new ones.
in the garden: my algerian irises are having an off year, but the reticulatas are flickering up like the flames on a gas stove.