all personality is lost here. in other news: studies are complete (for now); what next?
i’m going home. i outdrank myself some nights ago. not a drop is left, and i will dry my bones for the night. the third floor hallway stinks of tv dust, that kind of thick fuzz that floats into your head when the tube is lit and humming. smells like a culmination of selves, so many mixed without regard it almost smells of death. i often question the rot that I intuit hides beneath the carpet.
