11.03.05 - 3:12 p.m.

In the washroom after war movies in film class I lay my head on my lap and looked at the folds of my jeans. If I'd taken everything I had at that moment: these clothes, this face, this half-full stomach, the contents of this backpack, this hair placed here by wind, the travels in my head..... very far around the world I as a person would not make sense. But I'm not tailor-made to here either.

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i whisper hello to everything