ears are still ringing.
can anyone tell me where to get that fixed?
whats that?
the doctors office.
the bed?
you mean my bed?
with the sheets, on the floor, by the large window.
facing allegheny general hospital?
tall, ominous, tall and ominous. is that right?
i’m not really sure i know what you mean…
but, hold on. i can’t really hear you.
ears are ringing and i need medicine.
and, oh wait…. the helicopter is coming to land.
blades twirl, whirl,
twirl and whirl. thats right, i said-
that doesn’t make any sense.
what am i doing?
sitting and writing, a jar of strawberry jam is sitting on my table,
opened. and i probably wont ever put it away.
why?
oh,
well,
because i dont really feel like it.
who am i with?
im with, the..
no one really, myself and my messy apartment.
the cap to a bottle of korean sake drops to the floor and rolls across the kitchen
the dirty tiles.
no, i guess not. more like dirty laminate.
is that so?
are you sure?
