Archive for November, 2009

  • 21.11.09 This Far

    Every time I read about somebody with depression,
    they say how if it was not for their
    partner/their kids/their friends/their pet,
    they would not have made it this far.


  • 20.11.09 Hanged, Wrapped & Starved
    Starved

    The carpeted floors are uneven. They creak and threaten to break with every step. Yet it’s this upper level I love. Often devoid of people, or at least everybody seems to remain quiet. Industrial size fans line the walls. They silence any murmuring.


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