August 2010
56 posts
The Hold Steady Almost Killed Me — Knuckles
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Cigarettes
from Jonathon Safran Foer’s, Everything is Illuminated
Not long after their exile to the rooftops, the Wisps of Ardisht realized that they would soon run out of matches to light their beloved cigarettes. They kept a chalk-line count on the side of the tallest chimney. Five hundred. The next day three hundred. The next day one hundred. They rationed them, burned them down to the...
