freedom is the freedom to choose whose slave you want to be.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006


In the car coming home from the office I try to recline in the back seat and put my head in the small gap between the head-rest and the door and close my eyes and
I suddenly realise I'm beyond sleep.
I have officially been working hard.

Later on Ammi's stomach talked to my palm laid flat against it as our heads talked to each other and I tried to fill the silence she sometimes seems to start breathing.


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