daytime dreams

once i was sitting in a light gray room in the quiet, enjoying some solitude, when my ears were filled with magical sounds that seemed to come from all around. i closed my eyes to see what was there — pictures and people were everywhere. they smiled and sang and knew each other’s names and … More daytime dreams

ode to a hipster

All these D E E P thinkers thinking D E E P things, filled with an i n f i n i t e list of crises. Their tattered moleskines are forgotten like the dissipating cloud trailing from their third cigarette.