Thursday, August 26, 2004

At the Tick Tock

I stopped off along Route 3 at the Tick Tock diner, all gleaming chrome and burgundy paneling, for coffee and a sandwich and to try to get cleaned up... The d├ęcor around the entrance was patterned like the cracking ice of my dream. I looked like I'd splintered into a dozen versions of myself.

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