Deserted Snippet

i see this sight pretty regularly and it gives me this little, sick feeling in the pit of my stomach every time: a man sitting in an old kitchen chair, looking out of a deserted store-front window, with ladders and scraps of lumber behind him. he has a mop of white hair and vivid blue eyes which are distressed, sad, and lonely. often he’s clutching his own arms or shoulders beneath his soul-ripping stare.

james and i pass him on our way to the park. i’m always acutely aware of the incongruity of our happiness, our action, our togetherness.


About gwenamon

bookworm, confidante, creative director, cyclist, global wanderer, music lover, shutterbug, shoe shopper, snowboarder, writer, yoga geek. i'm also a very proud mama of a lil mister named james.
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