‘This snow,’ she said. ‘It’s so wet it’s neither snow nor sleet. It’s—I don’t know—like water falling from the sky.’
Fifteen minutes before sleep, an insomniac texts himself a record of the day in 140 characters or less.
by antoni.us
‘This snow,’ she said. ‘It’s so wet it’s neither snow nor sleet. It’s—I don’t know—like water falling from the sky.’