A chilly apartment, a fresh pair of socks, and a slight headache. An afternoon in progress.
A glass of water, a plate of rice, and a best friend. A blur of a night that bleeds into today, bringing with it all feelings evoked.
I'm not really sure what I learned, but I still believe everything we do is political.
12 November 2011
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