hi.

i’m writing this from my laptop. i’m in the middle of the park near rick’s apartment. it is nice. it is made of bricks and the carcases of mice. the light is shining down from the light and it kind of hurts to look at it, there is paint chipping off of this bench and the leaves on the ground are brown and light green and reflect the way i feel about the world and life in general. i’m closing my eyes now, hold on.

done. i guess i could, after that experience, say, that the world is light red and stuck together with light gray mortar and occasionally has monuments commemorating small events in our past but has little room for commemoration in the future though our future may be made up of black asphalt and rebar.