Was stuck in traffic thirsty dying etc so I ripped open a Capri sun with my teeth bc u know one hand on the wheel and sucked the whole thing dry in 10 sec flat only to glance in my right side mirror to see a young man staring at me in the next car horrified
I really enjoy just existing in hotels. The long identical hallways. The soulless abstract art. The weird noises the air-conditioner makes. Strange city lights in the window. Six stories off the ground. Strangers chatting in the hall. Nothing in the dresser. No past, but an infinite present.聽