Confusatron
When I remember lost nights so far from home, wandering the streets in a skin that was not quite my own, I remember you. I remember smoky bars and beers left half-drunk, only there for the bass and the drums and the sax and the humanity thronging all around, oblivious to my ectopic wonder, a man out of time and place. Thanks for that, though you never knew.
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All of which makes me anxious. At times, unbearably so.
— Double Bass, Gorillaz
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when no one is looking
i’m contemplating how the mirror reverses things. everything farther behind me is farther in front of me. people think it makes my clever t-shirt backwards from left to right, but it doesn’t. it’s already backwards from where i’m standing. i trace the words from shoulder to shoulder to be sure.
some people look in the mirror just because they enjoy what they see. not everyone feels the need to deconstruct.
i’m looking forward to the window behind me, to getting outdoors in the rain.
