Sunday, October 08, 2006
in a word, sian.
The haze thickens and mazes round us. A cottonwool of dark air, penetrating, lingering in cracks and crannies. Objects' shapes are blurred and remain floated in it.
A cottonwool. A region swathed in it. Not so much of its heaviness, but a lightweight air that's now visible.
argh it's irritating.
in a word, sian.
I want to take up another sport. lack of improvement motivates change.
i feel damn sian Joyce Lim unzipped at 12:09 AM with 0 comments
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