Morning: French press.
Feeling lucky: espresso.
Viv Albertine of the Slits, 1980
at the end of the day
I’m still just a little boy
who lost his soul, self and sister
in the dark, dark woods
reading. reading till you forget who you are.
reading till your heart aches and and your eyes tear up.
reading till the pages weigh down your hand and push up your soul.
reading until you choke.