2014-09-06 - 6:07 p.m.
the apple of my hour
you have an apartment in mechelen overlooking water and houseboats and sometimes you stay there, though it is not entirely clear why or what role it plays - the apartment at all or the rest of the story.
moments later you walk with your friend around in that town, but everything looks different than usual. you do not think this is strange. after all, you haven't been here for years.
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reading: the new yorker.
listening to: dead pigeon - ask your folks.
working on: damned if i know.
in the garden: a mess of grass.