fractal

I've spent the last few days suffocating in the steam. Walking through hot wet towels, feeling the subway and thinking it's the very ground shaking - the latter was on my cons list.

I've spent my last few days washing my hands compulsively, but sleeping in my clothes. I've spent my last few days coated in a slick grime I had forgotten over time, revisiting neuroses that had quieted over the years, reawakened - as he said, also also also I'm sailing on sinking.

I got confused by time zones and war zones and I miss subway tokens, they had more style and less sensibility. This evolution into hipster hell has me disgusted, but last night I sat and watched the crowd, and just for a second there, I remembered I was home.