listening to this. wondering why i rode my bike home tonight when the snow was way higher than the rim of my tire. picked up a carton of milk from the convenience store. the elderly man suggested it was too dangerous for me to bike. my house was a street away. beach comber. it was as i suspected; nothing happened. a good feeling, a dream. can't trace it to a source.
- Eunice Luk at 10:03 PM