whipped dream

typos

silence

Tappan Zee into the fog

pavilion style lunch room

eggplant stew with feta and ciabatta

interminable

When I walk down the vaulted hallway back to my desk, I imagine myself filling the space, floor to ceiling, barely able to crawl down the hallway, huge and deformed, hunched over like great Alice with my teeth all broken, dark, and strewn like mountain boulders in my mouth.