- Tweets26.8K
- Following1.3K
- Followers320
- Likes19.7K
ALT He pays the way the dead have always paid, with two old coins laid on the counter, and the clerk looks down at them without the least surprise. In the warm night light it is just one more sale.
ALT Late at night in a narrow record shop, a robed skeleton has come to browse, and the clerk in her black fishnet shows him a book the way she would show anyone. Nobody in the picture finds any of it strange, and that calm is the joke.
ALT Up close, she holds out a record and the skeleton leans in to read the sleeve, careful as any collector. His bony fingers and her bare shoulders meet over one square of cardboard, and the only thing that seems to matter to either of them is what is on that record.
ALT The skeleton has found his record, and he stands at the listening counter with the headphones on over his hood, head bowed, holding the empty sleeve to his chest. He takes the song as seriously as he takes everything.
