Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Brian's narrow stripes of jet and pearl are cool and elegant this evening. Looking down from his office windows, he sees black branches against the wintry sky. From here, it's impossible to see the street, let alone the crowds of people as they move along with the business of their lives. Here, he can only see black and white, like the numbers he manipulates on the screen and pages in front of him; like the equations of his relationships, and he doesn't really see those, either.
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