In the mall
August 18, 1987
O glassy, radiant space! Not heaven, but clean, well-lit, temperate ... I'm like a fish, staring, with pulsing mouth, at windows. Swish! I lose myself in this glossy magazine.
O glassy, radiant space! Not heaven, but clean, well-lit, temperate ... I'm like a fish, staring, with pulsing mouth, at windows. Swish! I lose myself in this glossy magazine.