Movie week bumps into Four Line Prose Friday with: Unforgiven.
It was another ridiculously beautiful day here. Spent most of it outside. Spent a portion of my inside time with the door open. This is good stuff.
Managed to get the first of our three greenhouse benches constructed this afternoon. Planning on getting at least the second one done tomorrow.
The noise in the station is like the buzzing of insects to my ear; there are too many voices for me to understand any of it. I glide from room to room, holding cell to holding cell, until I find four disheveled men slumped around a shared cell, not speaking or even looking at one another.
After studying each of them for several minutes apiece, I realize that at last I'm feeling something.
And that something is rage.