weekends: empty hearts, broken bottles

bread - tea - coffee and

the longest reading attempt thus far.

"you must go through at least a year of it to have some notion.
i say there was no permanence. Even that town was temporary. i say it. all vanity and vexation of the spirit,

"one generation passeth away, and another cometh: but the earth abideth forever, or as forever as the rain let it" (22).