polar
the flashing lights of the midway made me feel like a real kid again; which made me feel old. in comparison the midway is so bright and flashy, you are filled with a sense of excitement. the car ride home is bland and long. the music in the background has always sounded so muffled. i can see myself outside looking in. watching myself watch myself. hovering far above the drizzled expressway. arrested in a mist of stagnation. there is plenty of day left but it all seems so bland. trapped by a box, but not trapped in it. i dont know where we are going but i know we arent finished.