snowy night, this is like a place we used to know, but stranger & filled with cold imagination of a frozen sea, in which the moon is anchored like...

...a ghost.

wait at the laundromat read a magazine,
tear out the page with the picture of some shoes.
you get impatient go to a cafe
see a girl from your high school but you look away...
it's a happy day.
///casiotone for the painfully alone