Later. I look out at the moon.
I lived here once.
I remember the song.

7

Later. No sound here.
Moon on linoleum.
A child frowning.

9

Later. A voice singing.
I open the back door.
I lived here once.

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Later. I open the back door

Light gone. Dead trees.

Dead Linoleum. Later.

9

Later. Blackness moving very fast.

Blackness fatly.

I live here now.

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elements of urbanism

22

why

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진열

12

black dogs

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chicken pot pie

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                      A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile                       the moment a single man contemplates it,                       bearing within him the image of a cathedral