:: Electric Psychedelic Pussycat Swinger's Club ::

:: Friday, November 14, 2003 ::

drowning in apathy

It's 6am.
Another day of Evidence.
I throw some clothes on in the dark.

The smell of cold and the sharp bite of wind instantly resurrects me.
The world is still sleeping.
I am numb.

Move up the street, to the subway.
The plastic orange seats welcome me, like an old friend.
And we ride...

Step outside.
The world emerges from its slumber.
36 degree wind bites, again.

Another Friday.
My road to perdition, revisited.
Can't stop it.

I'm alone...

...and I'm drowning slowly

...