The subway writhed below the pavement like segmented worms. Against the doors, he (could survive bumps) remembered: “all things begin with a bang.” Her voice trailed after narrow twists: “but I don’t think much can be rationalized anymore.” Rushing cars flashed red along shadowed stones. The next stop came quick and everyone stumbled, arms forward.
55 words journal
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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