Afternoon flights ripe with cortisol. Interminable waiting in foreign terminals. Seeing the world fall away in layers of thick cotton and patchwork districting. A lot of hurry up and wait, before a sprint through Minnesota International. Being greeted by the plastic and despicable concern of a middle-aged zombie. Extensive hand-wringing from the mid-life scriptbook of hypoagency. Wringing solutions from a blood red phone. A lonely four hour drive across as many states. Speeding tickets, and long, dead stretches without illumination. Arriving at modernity at five in the morning. Swallowed whole by raw exhaustion and manufactured featherdown bedding.
12:03 p.m. - 2018-09-10
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