timepiece trubble
yesterday morning I came into my kitchen and found my clock splintered on the floor, what a keen metaphor for life in the autumn. today I strangled my alarm clock, for what? to continue my nightmares? I'm thinking about how it's incredible that people are able to get on with everyday life when they wake up: you're in the bathroom in the apartment where you grew up with all your friends, they're watching you take a shower. then the water turns red from blood and you realize you have no skin from you're navel down. alarm clock, get dressed, have coffee, walk in the rain, fill out some forms.
