by Allegra Hyde
“They hold each other. Julie is very white, her hair prickly-short. The room’s darkness is pocked with little bits of Los Angeles, at night, through glass. The dark drifts down around them and fits like a gardener’s glove.”
-David Foster Wallace
You’re so interesting! I don’t believe I’ve truly read something like this before.
So good to find someone with some genuine thoughts on this issue.
Really.. thank you for starting this up. This website is something
that is required on the internet, someone with some originality!