ambivalence
to the street they stream
i stand opposite, staring
why won't the bus come?
older. fatter. more awkward than ever.
27 hours and i'm almost gone; how did i manage 38 last year? on some sado-masochistic level, i almost wish i didn't slip in the 1.5 hours last night just so i can best last year's record. it's interesting how all those apparently slow songs suddenly seem to pick up their tempo when your brain is running at 3-tonner speed.