GETTING BETTER
i’ve spent the last three days & nights huddled into the corner of a couch, by an old lamp that flickers like a candle, fevered & feeling worse than a pile of putrid garbage cooking in the august sun. being sick is like being dead w/out the release. a fall w/out the jump. purgatory on earth.
still. if i could learn to appreciate this sort of thing, even this, that would likely be the key to everything.
