25.3.15

stains

I found a pair of green trousers in a laundromat. They had been washed and abandoned, the stains hadn’t come out, they covered most of the right leg.
I took them home. I’ve got a soft spot for stains. They are like islands in a sea of ordinariness, messing things up, happy reminders.

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