Thursday

varying levels of unreality

cloudy/disconnected. breathing through open mouth - lips crack - head feels like a bowlingball sponge full of jello. eyes don't focus. shadowman and faces in the carpet. can't remember what i'm doing, vaguely aware of time flowing backwards past me. lodging on debris. pondering relativity and reincarnation as i put little metal objects in a cardboard box, feeling feverish. japanese man screaming at me. tunnel vision.

i fucking hate allergies.

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