Friday, April 19, 2013

012: nightwatching.


nothing to say today.

I was up until five watching the news in the lounge with a few of the guys. all of us refreshing and refreshing our twitter feeds. even after four, under cool sheets, I couldn’t stop following the manhunt unfold in front of me, up to the second.

they still haven’t found him.

I fell asleep under windows: cool dawn, singing birds.

the agony of waiting. the cautious, rising thrill of witnessing history. the breathlessness of any moment, any moment. the terror of lights passing through the blinds. I can’t help but be afraid.

nothing matters now.

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