TheKitchen Sink

Falling through The Rabbit Hole

I’m sitting in one of the most depressing places I know of. My neighborhood laundromat. Alicia Keys is singing ‘This Girl is on Fire’ through the tinny speakers. The floors are the cheapest linoleum, easy to replace in case of leaks. The cinder block walls are a sickly powder blue. They remind me of theContinue Reading “Falling through The Rabbit Hole”