D.I. Hale was on his fourth cigarette. His greying hair would be thinning out soon if he kept scratching at it.
The wee hours of the morning had not yet introduced the concept of Sun yet. The night was yet chilly, and the clouds had not dissipated. The insides of the house they were standing before was lit and the night outside was dark, penetrated by some light refracted through the edges of the broken glass window.
BBB
That’s the sound my earbud case makes
When it runs out of battery.
It’s like the sound when you put a microphone to a loudspeaker,
The shrill screech, only cut short into dotted sounds that penetrate the library space.
It’s broken, I know, and if I charge it it will become good again
But I don’t have my charger with me,
So I leave it on the tabletop
And look at it in silence
As it keeps going
“B-B-B”
Tab 26
I didn’t count them exactly, but
There are two empty ones, three PDF tabs, plus a few Poetry Foundation pegasis.
(Is that the plural for pegasus?)
Some Bing tabs that are loading slowly.
Bing without a VPN is slow these days.
Ah, Athens, Athens! What is there to be said about Athens?
Enter the city, unknown traveller! Rest, eat, bathe, and make yourself comfortable. Athens is no different to your home. Feel at ease, for you are at the heart of the state of Greece, divided now but which will be united at an age after our deaths.
The night was dawning upon them, he thought.
Coughing slightly, he dragged his heavy footsteps into a small pub before him. It was the Kichelson & Korley’s, a bar he frequented on nights like these.