“Night, street and streetlight, drugstore, The purposeless, half-dim, drab light. For all the use live on a quarter century – Nothing will change. There’s no way out. – You’ll die – and start all over, live twice, Everything repeats itself,… — Alexander Blok Copy Share Image
“Also, just before the shift started tonight, I had walked to the drugstore across the street [...] and used one of their perfume testers. Nothing too obvious or flowery, just a body spray with a hint of musk that said… — Jennifer Echols Copy Share Image