napkins

I don't know why, but I can't seem to get ahold of it. I remember something about how no one looks you in the eyes when you walk down the street here. something about how I couldn't figure out which apartment was mine and I had to mark it by that one gangly evergreen. something about being hungover and smelling pie, or rotting fish. but that was a long long time ago, only really not that long.

The lifetime of a rat, only one that's not so clever.

Here I am today. This is what it is. THIS is what it is. I can't seem to get anything done besides wait for you to wake up, which doesn't take much doing.