From midnight into the morning: How it happened...

3.17am


Time is elongated, I am fickle.

But everything is razor sharp. I feel as though I could shave the surface of a blown up balloon, without anything having to…

Blow.

Up.



5.19am

I don’t have anything left to say, balance reads zero.

At a banquet I eat everything in front of me, too fast, too soon.

So, everything is over?

You scrape your shoe; a soggy cigarette butt is all that remains.

You walk away….there is much to be said for tact and timing