I like this one. It's got a fairly nice rhythm to it, and it goes from concrete to abstract and back to concrete.
May 12, 2008 at 11:18 PM
Nowhere to go at 11:42 pm.
Walking through an empty Smith campus, I pretend that because there is a locked room where I keep all my stuff my life is under control and held in check.
What if all meaning is artificially constructed?
I head out towards Stop & Shop to get some cinnamon gum.
"Nowhere to go at 11:42 pm (June 14 2006)"
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I like this one. It's got a fairly nice rhythm to it, and it goes from concrete to abstract and back to concrete.
May 12, 2008 at 11:18 PM