Vivid infidelities through a winter dream scape, some friends have no hearts but they are still great friends... they might take a shot at your girl once she is drunk and vulnerable. Snow coming down. The ghost of my dead cat lingering in the 20 year old tree in the back, that goes heavily through the seasons, he has a lion's mane. A tiny black kitten clambers around without solid footing and wishes to be taken inside, which I do. I came out here in a fit of emotion, having felt abandoned. Playing guitar on this balcony, in the snow, absurd as is, the exterminator pulls around the corner spraying the outside of the house. Creatures won't come in this time of year. Normally they come to avoid the cold and survive off of our food crumbs or our blood. Generations have come to know this safe place. Spiders inside her. Trees collapse and everything goes to hell if your hair turned pink.
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"Imagine waking up tomorrow and discovering that all the world's ink had become invisible and all our bytes had disappeared. Our world would immediately crumble. Literature, music, law, politics, science, math: Our culture is an edifice built of externalized memories." Joshua Foer
