he takes his old wrinkled
notebook
and the black pen
and finds a
spot from which he can observe
the people
and write down what he
imagines to be their inner
conversations
It passes the time
and it takes away
attention from his own
inner conversations
It’s like a prescription drug
he has to take for the
rest of his life
and the twenty-nine bookshelves
filled with notebooks
he has at home stand as proof of that
But this will be
the last one,
he promises himself
as he closes the notebook and
walks up to the bridge
Apr 23, 2021
Apr 23, 2021 at 5:45 AM UTC
he takes his old wrinkled
notebook
and the black pen
and finds a
spot from which he can observe
the people
and write down what he
imagines to be their inner
conversations
It passes the time
and it takes away
attention from his own
inner conversations
It’s like a prescription drug
he has to take for the
rest of his life
and the twenty-nine bookshelves
filled with notebooks
he has at home stand as proof of that
But this will be
the last one,
he promises himself
as he closes the notebook and
walks up to the bridge
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