Whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, crying like a fire in the sun.
Anyway sorry for the silence around here I guess. I've been really busy doing god knows what, mostly lazing around in bed until 2pm after staying up till 5am talking, eating, and hanging out with my friends. I've had some fun lately. I'm on holidays. The light in my room is flickering manically like it would if I was in some dodgy insane asylum that may or may not be haunted with the ghosts of past tenants, and I do find it mildly disturbing. I'm finding comfort however in imagining I'm again at the corner of Lexington and 96th Street, just about to descend the staircase to the steaming subway. I'm doing it again, romanticizing something mundane, generally gritty and mildly unpleasant just because it's so far removed from here and this right now.