The Big, Quiet Places

A Big Talk, Real Slow Story
The realizations only came afterwards when I was back home in clashing dress shirt and tie. I’d made an effort to forget the week, going through all the best vintages of box wine that food stamps could buy. It didn’t work. I still dreamed of perilous mountain drives, and unnatural natural bridges.

The realizations only came afterwards when I was back home in clashing dress shirt and tie. I’d made an effort to forget the week, going through all the best vintages of box wine that food stamps could buy. It didn’t work. I still dreamed of perilous mountain drives, and unnatural natural bridges.