09 september 2016
im thumbtyping this over my slow friday morning coffee. i mostly listen to the water pump running my neighbors koi pond, and the rough garble of an old workvan trying to start up.
when its this overcast out, i lose track of the time passing. i want to start ticking off tasks, but i cant quite bear to break the silence of having the house to myself.
planes keep passing overhead while my stomach gurgles. i dont know where to go from today, but tomorrow will roll in whether i want it to or not.
everything is narssicism. i dress to be seen, speak to be heard. there is always the inevitable human desire to matter and feel valued. no one wants to live in vain.