Light Fiction : Beyond the end of space

{ 2005 07 04 }

Beyond the end of space

I saw someone picking their nose while i was driving home tonight. I was picking my nose at the same time, and she didn’t notice me i don’t think.

it made me feel warm in that we’re all so fucked in the same way kind of way.

Posted by quodlibetor on Monday, July 4, 2005, at 2:57 pm. Filed under diary, life. Follow any responses to this post with its comments RSS feed. You can post a comment or trackback from your blog.