12/14/06
In a silent desperation to depart myself from this room, I revisit this spiralled collection of pages. This cycle of fast vs. slow is seemingly never ending, pointing my eye to an inward source. Patience to the monotonous system that objectively rules my life is growing thin and a rebellion of night-long fixes dawns on a reoccurant time.
Here I stand: I'm doing twenty-five over the limit and I still feel like a saint, a warning that speed may breach to thirty.
Here I stand: I'm doing twenty-five over the limit and I still feel like a saint, a warning that speed may breach to thirty.