anti-school.

in equal parts the yellowed street lights, like old cotton
fill the holes of winter sun.
midday reeks of no-one
but nighttime solitude is communal:
in the rush
smooth tyres on concrete
patchworked advertising / melange of housing.

this city
can't make up
its fucking mind

"it's an improvement on zero, isn't it?"

coffee leaves a stain
on my stomach;
burnt skin a deep, dark red
shallow breaths and
deep, chesty cars cough.

i thought you would.

japan: travel list #1

"Lovers hang padlocks on this statue at the top of Venus Bridge. They write a message, lock it then throw away the key. Those steel wires are unhooked from time to time to clear out the locks. Some couples don't use the statue though; you can see padlocks hanging here and there all over the bridge and around the park."

found here

amitriptyline