... two minutes ago there were at least three things in my head that wanted to get out. Why did they all run and hide?
One image that will never leave me comes from when I was about six. Coming in from upstate somewhere, dropping my mom's friend Paul off at his apartment. Walk in to the kitchen, flicking the lights on, and seeing thousands, thousands of cockroaches scurrying from the light. They covered every surface and almost before I could blink they were gone. But that one moment of frantic escape, of furious, focused fleeing is frozen in time.
Such a vivid contrast brown and white.
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