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it's the little details that make me feel insane.
a dead racoon, trash in the car's backseat, green lint.
i will stare at the bag and all of a sudden i feel completely overwhelmed, as though it would take too much of my energy too remove it from my car. as though why should it be there in the first place, why am i driving my car so much, why is Alaska not closer to us, why do i have to go to a graveyard to get away from people.
where is it not strange to peel an avocado at 3:30 p.m. and avoid eye contact with the toocaredformercedes?
not here.
a dead racoon, trash in the car's backseat, green lint.
i will stare at the bag and all of a sudden i feel completely overwhelmed, as though it would take too much of my energy too remove it from my car. as though why should it be there in the first place, why am i driving my car so much, why is Alaska not closer to us, why do i have to go to a graveyard to get away from people.
where is it not strange to peel an avocado at 3:30 p.m. and avoid eye contact with the toocaredformercedes?
not here.