Saturday, September 25

We come down from car-camping outside of Ned. I buy a new bicycle tire and wrestle it into submission. The sun goes down. It gets cold outside. I sit in the basement, eating pretzels and drinking Rebel Yell while the washing machine spins. I cannot write anything: Wanting to have something to say remains a profoundly unhelpful mechanism for having something to say.

p1k3 / 2010 / 9 / 25
tags: topics/bikes