Saturday, December 30, 2006

father says it mother says it sister says it brother says it uncle says it auntie says it everyone at the party says it

I should like to tear a little hole between the days that remain, climb through and close the edges behind me. A few cushions, a blanket and some books would do me. I'd last about a day before the solitude began to get to me, maybe two if I took my ipod and a sketchbook.