I can hear cars occasionally passing along the through road nearby, but they seem to be part of some other world, where people have places to go and things to do. This block seems cut off from the outside, as though invisible, already swallowed by the approaching night, already asleep. My window shows me so dismal a scene that I close the drapes. Better to watch the lively pot boiling on the stove than this comatose street.
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flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind
Dismal
I can hear cars occasionally passing along the through road nearby, but they seem to be part of some other world, where people have places to go and things to do. This block seems cut off from the outside, as though invisible, already swallowed by the approaching night, already asleep. My window shows me so dismal a scene that I close the drapes. Better to watch the lively pot boiling on the stove than this comatose street.
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