Jon M. Buscall


In August the lakes ran dry. The temperature was in the nineties most of the time and I slept particularly badly the first few days in my new apartment. At night I smoked, read or watched TV until the early hours; sometimes I got dressed, leaving my apartment to walk the streets, listening to the eerie sounds of the sleeping city as I wandered wherever my footsteps took me.



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