Lately, I don't know if there's anything to wake up from. What I mean is
that there's no definitive morning. I fall asleep. I wake up. I fall
asleep. I wake up. I don't know what my first "morning thoughts" really
are.
This morning, I don't get out of bed easily. Juno, the blizzard of 2015,
has blanketed the city. It's not so much of a blanket as it is a sheet.
I pick up my phone for some bullshit validation on some supurfluous
Facebook status I wrote. 23 likes. "Well, that's a significant amount", I
think to myself but it doesn't fill the void.
The void.
I was supposed to be on a TV show today but that got pushed back and I
was also supposed to see Louis CK tonight but the show was canceled. So,
I go to work.
I think I just heard Seagulls. Is that even possible? From my window, I
hear a man cough. Juno has quieted the city if nothing else...except for
the seagulls and that dude.
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