...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
December 31, 2008
pfffffffffff, the small apocalyptic feeling, the sisyfosiac hustle and pushing, the great curve, all in all counting, crawling through the retroport to 2009...
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