We Are Ships Crashing in the Night
And I can’t save us
Published in
2 min readJan 31, 2020
My memory
of you is like money in a glass case in the sea: beautiful, untouchable, distorted, seductive, sinking. Or maybe it’s money dropped out of a helicopter into the sea and I’m on some twisted game show frantically grasping for bills and trying not to drown.
