Natalie said I must post, but this is what happens when I post too late at night:

[smiletara]

On the walk home I remember suddenly that I used to cry each time I entered the city, pressing my nose against the glass of the taxicab window and gasping at the stark black shadows against the greyly polluted sky. The drivers would continue on in platitudinous late-night monologue, indifferent to my ecstasy. The night is split in half by a

Comments

[mystalkershrine]

I love the city too. Except for I fear getting shot in one :$

And from the way you describe your apartment, I love it, and I want to live there with you :D

[ahappyphantom]

jeez.

no matter what you become, whether a history professor or otherwise, promise me that you'll keep writing?

[sonoftomorrow]

This is too dense for me to parse right now. Remind me to read it later, cause it looks interesting but I'll surely forget.

[mystalkershrine]

read this post now :P Don't forget :D