Sadie. 18. Iowa.
Shut your mouth, open your mind.
Back in June, I did the top photograph of graffiti, it reads “I. I heard it on the radio that they found echoes of the big bang racing throughout the Universe, and I wonder if they mistook that sound for my heartbeat moments after you gave me life again.”
Today, I went back to the site that I did this, and I was stunned to see that it had almost completely faded, how everything had changed. Never trust in the permanence of anything, for permanence is a paradox.
You Aren’t Boring I Just Suck At Conversations I’m Sorry: a novel by me
I’m Not Ignoring You I Just Don’t Know What To Say: a sequel by me
I Feel Like I have Nothing Interesting To Say So I Don’t Say Anything At All And I’m Really Sorry Don’t Stop Talking To Me: the trilogy.
The Old Butcher’s Bookshop, Paris
Librairie “Le Pont Traversé”,
62, rue de Vaugirard, 75006 - Paris.
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