7 Oct 2022

Nights. One night, two tacos, five people at a picnic table. Slightly buzzed but in control. Leaning away from control, willing out of a quest for control, weaving into the path of a passenger and trailing behind like a shadow. Not speaking. Just dreaming. Night.

A woman stands mid-ground in front of a storefront that says Valentine’s Pizza, at night, while people stand at the window ordering pizza behind her, just out of focus.

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