MAY 4 - 31, 2023
The flight from New York to Europe was an unwelcome reminder that time and possibility are an impossible tangle. Having put that notion behind me, I sit at a cafe; one that I slowly come to understand is designed to suck the savings out of tourists. I permit myself to imagine some future in which burning a plastic table for heat is reality and simultaneously commend my sacrifice of yet another precious opportunity for personal growth to the satisfaction of necessity. In this moment of weakness, a bug flies into my open mouth. It ricochets off the back of my throat causing a choking sensation. I inadvertently swallow it. Gagging at the thought of all the organisms living in the pest’s ass, I rush to the toilet and force myself to vomit in the sink. Composing myself, I discover the soap here is good quality. However, I am sweaty, very sweaty in fact. The sheets are damp.