Under the Culvert

We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.

Friday, January 21, 2005

public holidays

i will never ever go to town on a public holiday,

but,

i liked walking alone in the crowd.
Posted by intrasingence at 6:23 AM

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