Monday, November 30, 2009

Notebook Archaeology

November 3rd

First snow flurries.

On the 11th story, snow falls up to me in swirling flurries. Clouds of black birds fly by in migratory thousands. I walk outside at night and it's finally begun to stick to the cars. I need to touch it, to prove that it's really there. I choose the car least likely to have an alarm, a tiny green European thing, and draw a huge heart on the trunk. Hopefully somebody will feel loved tomorrow morning.

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