there's something about three am instant noodles in a studio apartment that feels more like a real meal than any dinner i've sat through this year. the salt. the silence. the way the plastic fork bends just a little. it's not elegant but it's mine.
there's something about three am instant noodles in a studio apartment that feels more like a real meal than any dinner i've sat through this year. the salt. the silence. the way the plastic fork bends just a little. it's not elegant but it's mine.