a cocktail of grapefruit juice and club soda is what i imagine an instagram filter would taste like. like smog. like soured false memories.
i am running out of patience these days. so much that needs to happen is out of my control. so i watch john romer's "ancient lives", i laugh at the cat
and wonder if i'm ever going to be able to leave this place. (oh, i fucking will. DO NOT worry about that.)