I got stuck in traffic near the gates of hell, now covered in scaffolding, and there was a sign tied to a pole, flapping in the wind: “Open During Remodeling.” But no one was walking in. So the rumors were true, after all. People weren’t feeling as sorry for themselves as before.
— fiction | Tommy Tung —
— photo | Michael Gaida —
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how do you know when someone is feeling sorry for themselves?
i know, fiction…