Vanishing act.
Leave it be.
Saturday, 18 December 2010
Barn av skogen.
It sounded like a newscaster was speaking on a television turned low, before I realised it was her.
The sound of a dog barking, sounding recorded and fake.
The high-pitched whine of plugged-in electronics.
The same feeling of expectation while achieving nothing.
It feels like summer until I look outside.
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