He did not react when I placed the food right in front of him, hence I had to throw it at him so that he would quickly eat the bits one by one.
The span of America between DC and New York is so strange to me and I can’t figure out how to articulate the feeling.
It feels like a developer aimed to fit maybe just one more Holiday Inn amongst a row of already cramped budget hotels for a stretch of 225 miles.
I keep my headphones on the entire time, which makes me “that asshole.”
But deep down, I was so happy I could’ve exploded.
I parked my bike, and with my foot, I gently nudged the apple so that it rolled down to the gutter, where it would be safe from cars.
There isn’t a punchline, it’s simply what happened.
Even at dawn, I knew the electricity would still be off and there’d be no source of ventilation, but there’s something about daylight which relieves me.
It makes me feel like I’ve gotten rid of a midnight monster.
Everything feels dog-eared, on pause.
I tried to calculate the amount of time required to reinstall a wobbly light fixture.