Two Inches Taller in Sleep
(Un voyage de sommeil dans trois parts terrifiées)
Friday, November 11, 2016
Seven of Pentacles [Reversed]
The City—EVENING
I get to the back of the hearse but no one else is there yet. I grab the surprisingly smallish coffin.
It’s surprisingly not too heavy either so I shove it in myself, thinking, “Let’s get this thing over with.”
Some on-lookers seem offended, some relieved, but they bring out bread to nosh on nonetheless.
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