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May 24th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
The first real summer night. All of the windows are open; the neighbours straggle on their balconies, subdued by the Habs’ loss. I don’t follow hockey; I just listen to the alley.
It was too hot today to clean my apartment, which is still strewn with the detritus of last semester. Hydro bills, lecture notes, hospital cards, union flyers; all are pressed into temporally distinct strata. I steel myself for the finding of Greyhound ticket stubs and co-authored grocery lists, which I was always faintly compulsive about keeping. I still can’t bring myself to eat kale.
I go to the fridge, which also needs cleaning, and decide on a bottle of beer. I bring it out onto the balcony and disappear into the stagnant summer dark.
