Do you know the broken rubber gasket around the soot coated exhaust pipe? Do you know it? It keeps you moving. You don’t know it. Its not the glossy, the loud, the bright that is life. It’s the soot. People ask me for stars. All I’ve got is the solidified wax drip on the side of an extiguished candle. No stars. Also, I do not believe in communication. So from red telephone microphones to late night heart pour conversations, nothing.

And then we all die.


~ by Shashank Kumar on July 20, 2008.

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