Voices (a Q&A with the author)
What does it mean when nearly every voice in your head is screaming for you to get the f*ck out of Chicago?
(Only to be followed by a whisper, "But to where?")
And why, pray tell, does all this news about salmonella leave me craving peanut butter?
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city-living,
faux toes,
photos
5 comments:
Beautiful, as usual!
It takes a certain patience to love this bipolar city. But I love it with all my heart, even with all its faults.
Sorry to hear that you're feeling down. But I'm happy to see you're posting here again.
I hope your blues will pass. Perhaps some peanut butter will help.
I say throw a dart.
I know a cool girl who is looking for a roomy in Austin... whisper, whisper, whisper...
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