January 27th, 2006

ganymede

Rabbit Hole Day the Second

I hate winter mornings in Manhattan. It's like the whole city is steam. How can you make an entire city from steam? Why would you want to? Steam and straight lines.

I'm going to assume you got home safely last night. If not, I suppose you won't let me know. You might at least have locked the damned door when you left. I'm amazed I wasn't murdered in my sleep.

I was lying in bed just now, thinking about how ordinary everything is. My whole ordinary life. Unremarkable from every angle. I wonder if it's too late to become a pirate?
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