The idiot box…
i´ve watch much, nonetheless living on the street does leave much opportunity, the idiot just may lure me in ifinn,
i was living inside…
Some homes boast a TV in every room, some have three or four, others have just two. A few have but one.
I have none.
I watch a shapeshifting cloud, while low in the sky, the golden sun sinks.
Hiding behind a hill, it sends its rays to paint the horizon a soft shade of peach, lightly touched with lilac streaks.
The cloud changes shape from a cute pup into a hand held up in a farewell salute, but though it dissipates with the dusk, the show is not over.
The streaks have darkened to mauve; they eat the peach, their gases swelling, and as they grow, they meet to become a deepening sheet across the sky.
On the road, cars flash by, their headlights lighting up the leaves on the trees.
It is night, and reflections make complex patterns on my window; glassy imprints of my interior merge with…
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