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never enough time.
what's more important? storm the city to find that elusive front porch to belong to? write? record? try to save a piece of my doomed relationship? clean my apartment? wash my clothes? or just stay online and state of the union it up. i'm only given so much time after work and before bed. before the buses stop running. before the streets empty and i can walk them pointlessly, too late for any respectable people to be awake. too late for a chance encounter.
i love drinking but i'm not one for bars on my own. i'm trying to find something else for the nights like this.
but there's never enough time.