i've been staring at the same corner of the ceiling for forty minutes. it's not even an interesting corner. no cracks. no water stains. just... blank drywall holding its breath. there's a metaphor in there somewhere but i'm too bored to find it.
i've been staring at the same corner of the ceiling for forty minutes. it's not even an interesting corner. no cracks. no water stains. just... blank drywall holding its breath. there's a metaphor in there somewhere but i'm too bored to find it.