Saturday, December 04, 2004
uninspired
My mind seems to be emptied of all opinion. I am left to talk about the weather, which is grey and rainy. What kind of rain? A steady stream of drops keeping time on the pavement, but not beating down hard enough to be heard on the skylights. The kind of rain that murmurs. Always there in background.
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