"If memories could be canned. Would they also have expiration dates? If so, I hope they last for centuries." - Cop #223
Maybe we don’t need a ticket out of this city. Maybe we can pretend that the canned food in the kitchen has no expiry date. Maybe all that matters when you are falling asleep on my shoulder, is that you are falling asleep on my shoulder.
[Corrections/Credit: top photograph by Sean Marc Lee]