I HATE XEROX MACHINES.
All the snow left in the city is rather large, and totally black.
Reflecting on this in a Snodgrass-like manner (oh Dickens, how you infect me), and starting to mumble "Because I do not hope to turn again / Because I do not hope / Because I do not hope to turn..." I looked over my shoulder.
Bryant Park was running its merry-go-round today.
And that made me feel pretty good.
So did listening to "Ophelia" and "Chest Fever" back to back. But more the merry-go-round thing.
I see some family tomorrow. That also feels nice.
Reflecting on this in a Snodgrass-like manner (oh Dickens, how you infect me), and starting to mumble "Because I do not hope to turn again / Because I do not hope / Because I do not hope to turn..." I looked over my shoulder.
Bryant Park was running its merry-go-round today.
And that made me feel pretty good.
So did listening to "Ophelia" and "Chest Fever" back to back. But more the merry-go-round thing.
I see some family tomorrow. That also feels nice.