at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month…
Category: at home away
sunol’s sycamore leaves
my new little room here at school isn’t the same sort of place for melancholic composition as the bubble I was in last year But I get the sunrise. and I’ve filled it with my found-metal mobile and a secretary and orchids (there isn’t sunlight enough for anything else) and this is fine. the piles […]