i saw a dead fox on the road on my drive home tonight, and it bothered me.

and then when i got home i read words that someone else wrote a long time ago, and they weighed more than i'd remembered.

and last week in a hotel bed, while on a trip for work, i had a vividly happy dream about someone who i would not be happy to see if my eyes were open.

it makes sense that the mind would return to someone it learned repeatedly for years. it is unfortunate that it still returns there, but it helps me make sense of situations where people return to harmful habits or relationships; muscle memory of sorts.

but i remember the weirdo hotel lighting and standing in the shower at far too early an hour and trying to decipher what hadn't just happened.


there is new h#umor. if you are so inclined.


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