• pungent, the pall of stale cigarette acrid as he sits in front. She drips in and out of sleep puffy eyed swallow shallowed attention. The train stops and with a softness that sits abruptly against my smugness he taps her thigh as enough to let her stumble awake and shuffle off. His glance, making sure, is patient.
  • it’s a mess of essays falling due a book stalled curriculum design staff wrangling impending travel presentations to be written new projects emerging novelty stochastics and ennui
  • his glasses are too broad and insist upon minor stuttering steps until they happen to find a flare of nostril

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