decomposition, detailed for scientific report and publication.
5 September 2010 § Leave a comment
I feel like dying. Or just sleeping for a thousand years. My body is tensing up into a cold mass of muscle and mush. My brain is baked at three hundred seventy five degrees for hours at a time, scorching the oiled surfaces I used to balance lightly on. On the walls are maps that once contained legends and routes and directions – they are blurry and convoluted with green shaded areas and fold into themselves at the slightest hint of hope. They whore themselves out for a dollar a trip, and we’re guaranteed to have the time of our life.
Your ability to feel is your strength. But maybe that’s just an excuse.