The carpet in my apartment smells old and thick. Not like my grandmother’s house or a nursing home or anything like that. Old just happened to be the first word that came to mind when I inhaled the intricate details of the rarely-vacuumed surface. I hear someone say yes, I use a golden toothbrush. A thousand questions come to mind.
The (hopeful) genesis of a new story. More to come...
2.17.2009
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