07.01.05 - 10:31 p.m.

I was thinking that I desire the air to be filled to capacity more often: crammed full of winged insects, rich pockets of cinnamon scent, flapping newspapers, the weightless aroma of mint, strands of cobwebs, humid smoke drifting under your chin..... I equated these sensations with certain emotions. And then a rescue helicopter swung above my head and alighted on top of the hospital next door, and the "open" sign that had faced the back of the loud air for a few moments was flipped outwards again.

Except it said "back in 5 minutes."

oh. good.

see< >saw

i whisper hello to everything