Rob Price
Gutbrain Records
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2010 July 23 • Friday

She glowed with pride. The world was cracking up. I finished the two apples from her orchard that she had peeled for me as I drank my tea. And it didn't surprise me to discover on my way out that the canary in the tiny cage that hung outside the stinking lavatory had a broken wing.

—Alan Booth, Looking for the Lost, 1995