The Apartment, Aaron Burch - The Collagist
The sky is solid dark gray. Overcast, dreary, it bleeds down from the sky, covering everything. It would seem depressing but it’s been like this so many days in a row, it doesn’t really feel like anything anymore. Every day, I wake up and it’s the same: already nearly as dark as I left it the night before, already pushing day into night before it even had a chance to get started. I fall asleep, wake up, it’s overcast and dreary grey. It feels more nothing than depressing, every day the same as before.
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