index | archives | notes Wednesday, Oct. 13, 2004 8:36 p.m. << [ Shadow Puppet ] >> A figure sits alone; a hunched black silhouette against a bright cream wall underlined with asphalt. There is a piece of lined notebook paper in its lap and a black ink pen in its hand. It is hesitating, reading over what it has written. Dear Anybody, I'm hiding from the world. Come and find me. Love, Amanda She caps the pen and would smile, but it is not an uplifting sort of letter she has written, so she leaves instead. What's the difference these days, between happiness and nonexistance? Come and find me. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org