May 2012
40 posts
“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences,...”
But right now everything is turning blue,and right now the sun is trying to kill the moon,and right now I wish I could follow you to the shores of freedom where no one lives.
“All I can do is put in time waiting for the inevitable, observing as the ghost of my past rattle around my vacuous present. They crash and bang and make themselves at home, mostly because there’s no competition. I’ve stopped fighting them. They’re crashing and banging around in there now. Make yourselves at home, boys. Stay awhile. Oh, sorry- I see you already have. Damn...
I think I’d be more honest and willing to talk if people were actually listening.
April 2012
67 posts
“It was pitch dark. I could hear only the violin, and it was as though Juliek’s...”
– Elie Wiesel, Night (via azoreal)
In the ER we refer to some patients as expired when they die. I like to pretend that I’m registering big jugs of milk that have gone past their expiration date. I simply put a label with the milk’s name and birthday on, and then I move to the next one.
It’s really not that hard, what I do.
