And it’s arty, so when people do remember it’s there (like when they park their car in the lot because there’s nowhere else to park), they still don’t buy a ticket and go in. Hardly anyone does, which is just one more reason to like it, if you ask me.Right now, the Little Art is showing a “Summer...
Soon the pill they had me swallow makes it impossible to keep pretending. The pill makes the sleeping turn real. My head thickens with the quiet. The lost girls who’ve come out to visit with me slip under the bed to hide. Or they’ve gone somewhere else, behind the curtains maybe, where the shadow...