stumble down stairs
Nothing of note for me to note as the world shifts. I doze on the train to work; I work; I doze on the train from work; I nest; I talk; I cook; I canoodle; I sleep. It is raining lightly as midnight approaches. The temperature has dropped slightly over the past few days so it is no longer ridiculously warm for January, and now only stupidly warm. As soon as it is brisk once more, I will post a photo of myself in the hat that made me make the “I want” face. Something troubles my waking life and my dreams. I wrestle with the concept of responsibility, now that so much of my life is occupied by the intersections of strangers. Much of my job is perfect, but the moments that aren’t so perfect aren’t just dissatisfying; they can be downright...
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