When in Rome – Joel Stanley
He stood in the growing shadow of his college room and slapped more gouache onto the canvas. Impasto. To lay paint on thickly. Joshua liked to repeat unusual words to himself and rehearse their meanings, noticing the moments in his life they became relevant. Now he wondered if he hadn’t overdone it. He wondered if all this paint wasn’t some attempt to offset the emotion of the last few days. Chloe would call soon. The invitation to meet up for drinks still stood, even after all that had taken place. Joshua felt a draught in the room but didn’t do anything to stop it or wrap up warmer. Nor did he turn on the light. Read more
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