I miss the dial tone...

+ gratitude for Alice Munro ++ obsessions, crispy rice, and a novel that spans 100 years

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hey-ho,

First I noticed the bodies on the floor, next I took in the light; green and blue squiggles roiling across the ceiling which I suppose were meant to create an aura of mysticism. All I could think of was brain worms. We gingerly stepped around supine people, crossing the dim room to claim side-by-…