new york is so small right now. I'm a tourist in the worst way, it's as if i'm on an extended layover. i want to get out of this place. i am so sick of the freedom of empty thursday afternoons, of my right to never have to be anywhere ever. I'm a man without seasons, without clocks, and it makes me as anxious as a fruit fly. My lifespan might as well be 14 days when my heart beats like a whale's.
but i'll be in Stockholm soon! sent out a bunch of cvs today! future bright!
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