Tuesday, August 17, 2004
"I can’t help always feeling this screen of unreality veiling our tenderness; like watching a heartbreaking movie from within a shower. You want to cry, but the tears keep getting washed away by the water."
Laughing-Knees
A line cast, a hope followed
A basement full of dusty jam jars, rusty faucets, cobwebs. Coincidentally, also the place I hang my laundry to dry. Lights or darks, depending on the load.