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Thursday, January 15, 2009

Winter rain

January 11, minutes before 2AM. The room is a shallow blue with areas of deep violet.My eyes dive and rise in the flickering street lights making reflections in the mirror on the opposite wall.

The sky rumbles. The radiator gurgles loudly in response. I can almost make out words. Is it English? No, definitely Russian. I whisper: yes.. come in

Rushing rain, there is a winter waterfall outside my window dragging loose pebbles. Tap, tap, tick. This room is a closed shell with pearl interiors.

A mermaid attempts to hibernate, but lies sleeplessly clutching dried starfish. In the ceiling I see the dark uncertainty of the deepest sea.

Photo by -Antoine- on flickr