[a n t i j a m s e c t] --------------------------- 04 October 2004 pale, sallow cheeks bruised from lack of sleep and the weight of a thousand tiny atoms all pressing at the same time. air molecules and a hundred eyelashes flicker as a train rushes past, slicing the day into seconds of blinding light, and it doesn't stop. [back] [archive] [forth] --------------------------- . | note | book | survey | profile