It's night
And I'm sitting here, off of only five hours of sleep from this morning, after a long, tragic, funny, bizarre Saturday that culminated in visiting police officers and talking to strange girls in apartment building stoops at 3 AM on the Sunday morning Main Street.
Two model kits are sitting on my table, partially finished, the smells of black spray paint and brown acrylic smellable from this old wooden news desk that sits in the corner of my studio, underneath the large bulletin board with outdates pages long ago tacked up.
The only light comes from a desk lamp, drawing shadows over the white walls badly in need of a paint job.
I'm exhausted, but not sleepy.
It's looking to be a long night.
Two model kits are sitting on my table, partially finished, the smells of black spray paint and brown acrylic smellable from this old wooden news desk that sits in the corner of my studio, underneath the large bulletin board with outdates pages long ago tacked up.
The only light comes from a desk lamp, drawing shadows over the white walls badly in need of a paint job.
I'm exhausted, but not sleepy.
It's looking to be a long night.
posted by Christopher Irving at
7:57 PM
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