+42° 57' 4", -71° 26' 9"

Don’t go back to Famous Dave’s. There is no one to hold on to there. The clattering of gathered mistakes is lovely and simple, inviting angels and elegies. I have no proof and this is no argument, but that waiting room was radiant and saturated. Rilke knows: for all the incessant whispering, endurance is all. Find tomorrow between the river and the rock, and imagine lonesomeness wasting in sunlight.