Monday, February 13, 2006

plea

This apartment is torture. The subway ride uptown is torture. The transfer at 59th Street is torture. Black scarves are torture. Boo's unconditional love is torture. The Manhattan housing market is torture. Cooking is torture. The commingled books on the homemade shelves are torture. The junk mail is torture. Cutting keys is torture. The guitars strung up by their necks are torture. My dreams are torture. Andrea Bernstein on Morning Edition is torture. A gallon jug of maple syrup we will never finish is torture. Music is torture. I wish you were here.

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