11 Jun 2022

I’m not even sure where I’m walking or where I was before. I look up from a desk as if from a daydream, frazzled, unknowing, jolted from a sensation like a delusion or large and detailed wish. Maybe it is nice enough to know that for a few seconds, I’d swam away from me.

A bunch of bags of trash stand in front of a wall in the shaded daylight.