Getting over yesterday, back in the old town. Spires upon spires in an abandoned cityscape. Like a bad dream, driven home in a hybrid Honda Fit.
Insurance claims and cyberstalkers, rocking out in the real world. Nothing like a university at all.
I tell my mom that I give zero fucks, because I’m a millennial and that’s what we do. Please don’t send me a passive aggressive gift this Easter, send me something I’d like to have, like Cryptonomicon.
A breakthrough with us. Maybe there is hope in life.
A beautiful woman, finally. Like an out of body experience. The most beautiful person some stranger has ever seen. What am I supposed to think?
When a man I don’t know tells me they love me? Call BS loudly, and often.
I submit my dissertation soon, I’ll get a job I swear. Learning to be happy, speaking to a kindred spirit. About how there’s no plan.