Friday Listicles. How to pick yourself up instantly.
Fluorescent tubes lit the green corridors in never ending rows, as mirrors placed facing each other, and the act of peering on either side is an imitation of endlessness and of immortality. Puddles here and there from leaking roofs, like pools of blood congealing slowly, portending death. No one rushing about, madly, no IV drips,… Continue reading Breathe In, Breathe Out