The streets are somewhat quiet. Netflix wants to know if I’m still watching. I’m thirsty and my eyes itch. The week has been long. Images and words running through my head. My legs want to run but they want to rest as well. Nothing to do but to be a zombie.
Categories: Culture, identity, mental health, Psychology
I don’t know what’s going on at 2am, but at 3am, the KLF is up to stuff …https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VvwsKHRStyc