Half of my cup of
tea is haunted, therefore the
reflection I see of my
face has only the left eye
I fly often in dreams. It’s like climbing on the back of the air. Always, I’m the only one able to do it, and though it’s elating, it’s also lonely. Like having a face.
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Nick Thran is a contributing editor of Forget.
Published On: December 26, 2009
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