Reading on March 31. 2026
“... Hoarse, sore, dry. Something is dragging my body. Tone getting aggressive, volume getting higher, I am questioning people why they do not show up. I should not do so but I cannot help. What I am truly asking for is, being oxidized by the weather, in sync with the bridge on a Tuesday afternoon. Human and human, human and weather. No contract in between us. Hopeless. Desperado. People, I know you are affecting my subconscious as soon as I post it in public. The expectation. I am already exposed, I know deeply.
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I am sitting back to the door. A note is put in the corridor. I hear footsteps on the wood floor. But I cannot turn around to see, to call for people, because I know it is dangerous to turn around when walking on the bridge. I read for 2 hours, drink water 3 times. I will lay my head on the table, or close my eyes and keep still, or lean on the back of the seat when I am tired.”