norwalk st
sweating and waking in sweat while having bad dreams about bugs. nightmarish sans the feeling of terror. those ticks were all over lucifur. i pinch their torsos acutely with a metal tool and feel for them unclenching their jaws. i yank. they snap back with a predictable programming. the physics of this event hints of simulation. i observe for a while and wonder how we got in this construction.

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room proj
my body does not feel well after biking and i am now sitting in the darkness at room with my sunglasses on. mood today. what is going on nik. posture. having a hard time sitting up straight. twisting and rocking back and forth to find the right position. listening to hype williams and feeling all the angst in my spine.

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fisher bldg
trying not to dissociate while i eat my utility sandwich. looking at screens has ruined me. bread texture is a new thang to my eyes. higher in resolution. the vegetarian dream is six slices of cheese on rye with a pickle. the woman at the deli calls me ‘youngster’ and i find it endearing as fuk. never did i like pickles but i like her enough to annex my order.