line nine. stairs going up. cross a light. walk past the library that was never entered. pass the same old man again. not a passive experience. walk cross walk look up look across beep beep beep walk enter turn walk enter turn. etage etage etage or maybe stairs stairs stair. stare. out the window that day it rained. and once again the time you felt ashamed.
was bound to happen what can you expect when you stay in bed the whole day physically unable to move. long train rides under the city. do you remember? you get used to being alone just an observer. burned floors lost mug i miss you. i am no one without you. truly i don't know who i am anymore.