common foreign destinations. large, temporary screens & finally behind the wheel once again. the street names are all the same. the world still spins toward its end; maybe I did die on the beach that day & this is hell.

thoughts in digital projection format still escape me—I need to maintain a pen & paper recollection with these new pills for the rest of my mind. they tell me I was crazy all along & gave me proof that I can’t measure in multiples of ten anymore. daily lists, monthly goals, an attempt to live in values & not value. the ampersands & lower-case text remain, even though I write in all caps. still existing on the fringe in a complicated duality, but still with credit debt & bills to pay.

soon this will all be exposed in an attempt to finally break these aged & rusted chains.