the time change has my head all sorts of fucked as i found myself roaming the streets at two in the morning unable to silence the words in my skull yet incapable of spilling them into the aether

the area is familiar enough during the day but as i walked i found myself feeling more and more lost than i did in the oversized bed i only occupy a sliver of in paralytic waves

now it is morning and the tribal drums that fill my skull fill the room fill the lobby fill the highways and byways around me with a sense of spiralling doom down down down the drain