fashion
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DETAILS The snow keeps falling. Ever since I stumbled into that thrift store by the airport, looking for an ‘emergency’ pair of jeans following an…incident. The clerk (and only occupant) of the establishment seemed incapable of emotion; responding neither to my sudden entrance nor my state of advanced disarray with even an elevation of his…
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DETAILS Binghampton in August. I’ve come to in yet another alleyway. The smell of rotting garbage assails my nose like the unspoken promise of the universe’s constant decay. The heat is a physical presence; a weight that I bear, offsetting the bruises I feel and the (broken?) ribs that sing their song of agony with…
Matt Greene 