Lincoln

     These pictures are digital and from a couple of years ago. I was looking at old pictures today and began to feel a bit nostalgic, even though I never really liked the place much. When I think of that time I can smell just the faintest lingering stench of loneliness, perhaps one of the clearest and most lasting of scents--the kind that, after time, can sometimes seem sweet. I mostly remember spending a lot of time in my bedroom in a dark apartment on a dark street. The closest I had to consistent company was my neighbor's cat, who, come to think of it, really wasn't all that consistent. I can't remember his name, though my forgetfulness should in no way undermine how great he was.

     Sure, there were some good times, but those were few and far between. The rest was dull and quiet, fit for endless longing. It must be the longing I miss.