There are cracks on my ceiling that look like centipedes.

I’m afraid I’ll wake up some day and discover that I’m old, that the last time I blogged was on a December day seventeen years ago and that it was a post about a bad haircut, of all things. Time flies. I’m afraid I will be forty before I know it and the centipedes will be snakes eating away into the fragile core of my mind.

Goodnight, Zonk.


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