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midnight at the oasis
outside the noise and dirt continues, relentlessly.
as does the enveloping wet and grey.
but the corridors of the bunker at warm and quiet: pre and post shoot.
i am hungover, making the desire to hibernate even stronger.
jobs come and go and other jobs come in.
i scheme.
my spanish lady friend is ill again and takes an onion to bed.