The sickness from the bay came back with me a couple hours past midnight. A total breakdown of resolve, incubated on a Sunday night. Fitful sleep turned wretched existence. You'd certainly have to assume that it's karma. A tiny payback for every broken heart, and every selfish motive. The window panes are thick with flies, from the inside. I seal the blast shelter and refuse to eat. Just let me sleep.
11:42 p.m. - 2018-01-30
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