She said she would come back if he tried harder. So he tried harder. He painted the walls light blue and dusted underneath the seashells. He drew himself a saltwater bath. When she returned for her things, the room smelled like wet paint and the ocean. She took everything with her, even the cat—his tail was light blue. She left everything behind, even the ocean.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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