expired

clean water is often not so clean. i try to make conditions better for things to thrive and they perish instead. nearly twelve hours of solid sleep and it's not enough. think i woke up screaming once, early, around 4AM. but only once this time. the night before it was just three hours. maybe. no idea what i am going to work up for later on. but, hey, at least the clothes at the dry cleaners are ready. that much i do know. that much is guaranteed. black and white photos of dead things coupled with lowercase sentences rife in hazy assertions. despite what this may preclude, all is generally well. no gasping. though, the voices outside the window sound like the distant fiery loudspeakered ruminations of some netherworldly dictator. turns out it's just maintenance guys divvying up the trash-collecting duties. i wonder what it is like to be them, and so much more than often. bearing the waste of others, always.