We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. What do we hope from it? Applause, envy, respect? Or simply attention, of any kind we can get? At the very least we want a witness. We can't stand the idea of our own voices falling silent finally, like a radio running down.
Anyway, my dearest one, we still got the moon. 看哭了