Atlas & Alice | Issue 3, Spring 2015
alcoholic. But mostly, Iâ€™m telling you the story of how all of these secret melodies came to be in my head. My mind is never blank, never clear, no matter how much I try to think of nothing. Always there is a tune, the words, a ukulele strum, and the click of the needle as the song skips and repeats, and skips and repeats.
Issue 3 | Spring 2015