from the strangeness of cities in the lateness of nightness

[sobrellevar]

posting twice today! you get this, but also tuesday catch-up #4 (for the other week i missed).



There used to be someone to whom I could say do you
love me and be sure the answer would be yes; there used to be someone to
whom I could telephone and be sure when the operator
said do you accept the charges the answer would always be yes;
but now there is no one to ask no one to telephone from the
strangeness of cities in the lateness of nightness now there
is no-one always now no-one no someone no never at all.



Can you imagine what it is like to live in a world where
there is no-one now always no no-one and never some some-
one to ask do you love me and be sure the answer would
always be yes? I live in a world where only the billboards are
always: they're twenty feet tall and they circle the city they
coax and caress me they heat me and cool me they promise and
plead me with colour and comfort: you can get to sleep with me
tonight (the me being ovaltine) but who wants to get to sleep
with a cup of ovaltine what kind of sleep is that for some
one who used to have someone to ask do you love me and
be sure that the answer would always be yes?

--- miriam waddington, 'Someone Who Used to Have Someone'.

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we will never be tired of seeing the things that grow from our small offerings.
thank you for not tiring of us. ♥