Passed Past

Stalked up into the attic of my brain. Dust-crusted objects, draped spectres. I came with the intention to rummage through my old stories, resuscitate them, but found nothing but a collection of moth eaten memories. I need new air in my lungs.

-AJS

Featured Image Credit: Chris Stein, Debbie Harry, Paris, 1978

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