"we think the same things at the same time
we just can't do anything about it..." thom yorke, harrowdown hill
its like no exit in here somedays, except i'm stuck with cats.
when you don't usually stop moving- when you're constantly going from one job to the next + children + errands + living your life- having any amount of time off feels alien, almost insidious. there's a strange sort of paranoia (inertia?) that settles in, like kudzu, the creeping vine that strangles entire towns. a more onerous ennui.
so that's today. i'm waiting for something. or thats what it feels like. nothings coming. somethings coming.
something is always coming.
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