Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Never mind the infernal clattering, wait till we get to the real show, where we take turns screaming. Bitching about the cats, the kids, the void, the void, the void. Tell me the story about how I ruined everything, I'm afraid I've forgotten it again. The story about the collision, the confluence. The five of us outside the place, the four of us at the beach, the three of us by the fire, the two of us walking empty downtown in the rain.