There is no such thing as slow-news days -- not on weekends, when official sources are out of town or simply unreachable. Too many things happen on a Saturday or a Sunday, if not here, then elsewhere.
gray
December 8, 2007There is a gray quality here. It is dark, and the air is ominous, thick. I walked into it and saw my hands slowly disappear. I was disappearing myself, for the dark had swallowed me, and the only thing left, when everything was black, was the consciousness that I still was.
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