dear puttin the brakes on breaktime at work diary,
boy we are busy tonight. popping like corn here. the atmosphere has no gravity. there are floaters everywhere. the commute here was especially light. the carpool was amusing. the music was that of another culture and the language another nationality unknown to this dimension of time- yet somehow i understood every word. i am here tonight- in retrospect- i stayed behind. i am invisible tonight- silent in my thoughts- in accordance with all around me- i seem to blend in- for once- people don't see me. my hair is up. i am not wearing a mask. excuse me. may i sit here? i will not make a sound. i anticipate quite a quiet ending to the beginning of this evening.
boy we are busy tonight. popping like corn here. the atmosphere has no gravity. there are floaters everywhere. the commute here was especially light. the carpool was amusing. the music was that of another culture and the language another nationality unknown to this dimension of time- yet somehow i understood every word. i am here tonight- in retrospect- i stayed behind. i am invisible tonight- silent in my thoughts- in accordance with all around me- i seem to blend in- for once- people don't see me. my hair is up. i am not wearing a mask. excuse me. may i sit here? i will not make a sound. i anticipate quite a quiet ending to the beginning of this evening.
