"...I get up. I move through this pale light. I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me. I yawn. I light the lamp on the table: perhaps its light will be able to combat the light of day."
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Springsteen ❤
It's been nearly 25 years and I still can't get enough Springsteen.
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