while on the tilt train:

while on the tilt train:
I love the phrase “I’m dying.”
groaning aloud when I remember some embarrassing moment from 6 years ago.
rushing towards a bottleneck.
if you’re more intelligent and thus more sad, you’re more stupid.
thank you for having me.

there is hunger in me, but I mistake my inertia for apathy.
treestumps for gravestones
the light is so blue
I actually heard a child ask, in thee precise whiney tone, “are we there yet?”

this trip is 25 hours long, but cushy. but sleeping sitting up I wake every hour or so = the longest night ever.
i’d no idea Queensland was so swampy.