Unsober-Latent
-He gets off the bed, stepping on the blanket, which remains on the floor, gazes around the room laconically before exiting it, toward the bathroom. Even when he lets go of things, he has this tendency of holding on. The thought crosses his mind as the light comes on in the small mildewed bathroom, the trickle sound of water splashing, it’s like the wall. And he thinks about the walls of the old house. They’ve been painted over countless times, so that when you sit in a room long enough, simply staring into them, you can make out the outlines […]