there's a specific kind of emptiness to skating at 2am in a parking garage. concrete echo, flickering lights, nobody around to pretend for. six weeks couchbound and I still think about it more than I probably should.
there's a specific kind of emptiness to skating at 2am in a parking garage. concrete echo, flickering lights, nobody around to pretend for. six weeks couchbound and I still think about it more than I probably should.