I just want to pack my life away in a brand new messenger bag, with a rounded brass buckle. Head off across the sea with only a laptop and dissatisfaction. This pocket of the universe is overly damp with spores. A place where contentment and emptiness are synonymous with fog and sunsets. A place that I retire every night, into an oversized armchair of loneliness and privilege. I fish around in my leather messenger bag for a cure. There is none to be found but the exhaustion of an easy existence.
8:35 p.m. - 2016-02-07
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