The internet today isn't working even though it says it does and do you know what that means?
A night of ruin.
Internet is my solace at nights when I begin dying in the bed, the screen lights up, sites open, videos start and I'm transported for a small while into a place that jives with my nightly high and this entire day the inter webs were left mostly absconding and I was sad and seeing how the situation hasn't budged I feel wretched.
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I have now shifted into the other room; dug up from the annals of embryonic craftsmanship and shoddy residential condition this room is everything that I'm not.
However I have successfully created a corner for me that is the bed, pillows, clean sheets, clean blankets, a small stool to support my nightly stuff, a tiny space to house my myriad living tools, an extension chord to juice up gadgets near the bed, a bathroom cleaned and sparkling with a window that opens to nowhere from where the fumes of my daily dilemmas and exhaustion can get emitted into an abyss.
It isn't ideal and it is so far out of reach of anyone offering little interest to all and sundry that no one would ever think of entering this most unremarkable room, which now smells of lilies and me.
(No geyser yet but I pinched a small mirror from some other unvisited room )
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