Art...writing...it is only brief representations of real life...I do not believe I should stand firm in any sense,I should not limit myself to stubbor..
Nostalgic ringing across an empty city street,comforting glow of buzzing meditation lampsstretching and arcing like sparse rows of metal corn stalks.I..
there's an explosion,foooom!the sound of windows breakingI put my dog in his crate and go investigate,security is heightened...I make coffee and look ..