Coffee shop: no smoking.
The door creaks, he leaves; cold wind –
she shivers, he takes a sip and a drag.
posted by The Viennese at 12:57 PM
I WENT TO THE WOODS BECAUSE I WANTED TO LIVE DELIBERATELY. I WANTED TO LIVE DEEP AND SUCK OUT ALL THE MARROW OF LIFE. TO PUT TO ROUT ALL THAT WAS NOT LIFE, AND NOT, WHEN I HAD COME TO DIE, DISCOVER THAT I HAD NOT LIVED.
Coffee shop: no smoking.
The door creaks, he leaves; cold wind –
she shivers, he takes a sip and a drag.
posted by The Viennese at 12:57 PM
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