a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use

18.11.07

From "My Life By Somebody Else"

I have done what I could but you avoid me.
I left a bowl of milk on the desk to tempt you.
Nothing happened. I left my wallet there, full of money.
You must have hated me for that. You never came.


From Strand's "My Life By Somebody Else"

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