bird songs no more. now just the ever constant throng of car horns. the accompaniment
to life here in these abandoned, half empty apartments.

some took all of their stuff. others didn’t. some doors left locked. some haven’t
remained that way. figures.

there’s one i like. stacks of manga and sci fi. just sitting there, idly gazing upon
the pictures, imaging star cruisers in the drooping sunlight. it’s nice.

can’t stay there forever though. there’s foraging to be done in the trails left by a
retreating army. things lost. things hidden, a chance for trading. sometimes.

a moderately okay cup ramen. one too many batteries. an exchange.her long black hair,
a pleasant distraction. she leaves a maybe behind.


continuation from the previous post. should be five in total.

music listened to as i wrote this:

video uploaded by user KaiMVs

more hotline miami music. so good. so very very good.


there’s something wonderful about hopelessness. the knowing that things cannot get
any worse. there’s beauty in that.

a tv flickers into life. another city lost in a sea of light. the volumes too
low to hear the newscaster. wonder whose outside.

most folk have left. traffics back logged for miles. everyone should just accept
that everything comes tumbling down at some point. it’s just our turn now.

the armies around. somewhere. it exists in two states. in retreat, and about to
retreat. so much dust in the wind.

that’s the thing. hope can let you down. hopelessness doesn’t. that reliability.
it’s nice.


still writing. ish.

music listened to as i wrote this:

video uploaded by Mister Potatoman

hotline miami is love, hotline miami is life.