Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My Occupation

Adrift on the Sea of Poppies as yet another alabaster blanket places our metropolitan area on pause. I recognize that isn't a sound sentence, much as most deposited here isn't really writing, just note-taking for future references and fictive conversations pertaining to, what i read then.

Ghosh is good, hardly great. He has an ear for dialogue and the gray slush between two tongues.


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