Dec
16
There it is. A communal experience strikes again. That’s what the headlines would read at least. I watch as the interruptions get louder and louder, and one can’t help but notice them and then inevitably engage with them, in a pseudo-epic battle, one that would make the hipsters stop and watch for 24 hours of their existence, until they moved on to something new of course. I keep stopping myself because I descend into cliche too easily. Again, something that comes with time. Time. Albatross. Back. There should be no other things to read. You should only read the LJ text. But continue to write, day in and day out. And for all that is holy in the life of a street vendor, be good.
