March 19, 2021

🚇 03.18.21

I dream more during the daytime. Moments of catching myself lingering at the kettle, or staring at the lip of a dusty windowsill. Perhaps it's more comforting to be lost in swathes of wakefulness than sighs of weariness...

There is a part of the subway experience that is rooted in fantasy—every face an unopened tome, every hand clutching for life. Fear, too. Thumbing that feeling over, lately. How do you react to fear? Where does it usually take you?

It rained today, a rain that felt heavier than it should have. The only thing we can do is love and care for each other, yet sometimes, even that is not enough.

—P