January 18, 2015

From somewhere a gurgle, and it’s not the stomach. How distant are the yearnings of the new children? The plague of unfamiliarity feels ageless, all consuming like a long night of unintelligible, forgettable conversations and whiskey in a plastic jug that has been sealed by foil for months but still a possible as a romantic night snow shoe by cackling waters under a full moon.

Lena Maude – Super Boss Time