When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in the waiting room with old magazines and photos on the wall rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.
When I thought about it, at all the time I spent in the waiting room with old magazines and photos on the wall rescued from attics, I felt like a bird perched on an old fridge, in an old boat, waiting for answers, for questions, for fish.