April 2012
Maps →
itouchtouchthings:
Your sentences are always too short. They end before I learn the color of your boyhood bicycle, the taste of birthday cake where you grew up, or how you felt the first time you saw a mountain. When I ask about your day and you say okay, I do not know if you mean it was okay like the dinner at your mother’s house, or okay like the lady in the yellow dress at the bar, or the...
