Monday, 8 June 2015

distracted dreaming

What you do at 3am is your business. 
You could bring a media circus into my home, vend tickets on the sidewalk, and all you're gonna get is a wax museum worth of stillness and silence. I will be the remarkably life-like one at the desk, sitting up in my chair, fingers glued to keys on the keyboard, unknown to the world, softening in the apex of divine inspiration.