nausea

[sumrescogitans]

spending my summer invisible, floating through the crowded streets of washington dc like a phantom, cursing myself and watching the sophisticated swarm the pavement like ants at a picnic marching naturally, effortlessly with genuine smiles, dapper conversation in sing-song voices, briefcases full of importance, beautiful clothing and fancy shoes

Comments

[anonymous]

Read less Foucault and take a dramamine. I'm listening to Donca Matic and thought of you.

[anonymous]

Sounds like you found something better than just ants.