Mahlzeit
i am exhausted again from contact improvisation. moving through space living with people can be a little too much. today i walked through the symphony of cash registers and all i want is a red green blue pixel lullaby. hungry? why i am too exhausted to even think of hunger. let me choose the sleep option to wake up on the morn to do it all again. energy waxes and wanes. i pick the plum and then i eat to a tolerable frequency. no fabricated merit based dream is going to tell me when to eat.