Can't Help But Dwell

I found this piece I did eight years ago.

Tomato, 40 m.p.h.


It triggered a lot of old, bittersweet memories.

But even worse, lots of newer ones.


Anyway, things are happening and I'm trying not to complain or beat myself up about it,
bianca, apparently "just a shelver"


P.S. DO YOUR JOB, LAKERS!