(Poem #308 on new numbering scheme)
An escalator carried me below, where I met ghosts who haunted subway trains; their writhing nothingnesses captured me and caused my eyes to droop in naked sleep.
[daily log: walking 2.5km]
(Poem #308 on new numbering scheme)
An escalator carried me below, where I met ghosts who haunted subway trains; their writhing nothingnesses captured me and caused my eyes to droop in naked sleep.
[daily log: walking 2.5km]