A bag of ice on my eyes.
A bag of coal in my heart.

I rest.. till one gives way.

currently headphoning to: radiohead - codex | album: the king of limbs

went by the boston athenaeum

under dressed

bicycle under our bottoms

one almost flat tire each

over the salt and pepper bridge

around charles street

man at the desk asked why we were there

when the obvious line was already formed

he wore a fur coat in his bio

there was a glass case with his tiny illustrated books

in the size of a quarter

that was just the kind of man he was

peculiar and acquiring great handwriting

EDWARD GOREY February 22, 1925 – April 15, 2000

from The Epiplectic Bicycle