low power

Writing away at Kelli’s. The power is off, but this iBook still has about 33 minutes of juice left -- and the screen is plenty bright to type by.

I feel like a de-saturated photograph. My colors have gone ghost-pale, and my details are implied (at best).

Black leather creaks as I shift in the darkness. I’m still wearing my coat. I’m hungry.

Even when they are short, the hours seem so long.

I could sleep for a season.