The cool river was a welcome break, they’d been going so long their feet burned with the travel. Though the next morning, when one was missing, he could be found in the roar of cascades overtaking the beauty of the scene.
i sometimes forget that i’m allowed to drink alcohol. it’s a rush of giddy pleasure every time i forget, and open up my fridge, and see the last remaining beer, and remember, oh yeah, i’m allowed to do that. i have agency over my life. i can ingest and inject whatever i choose after i get home from work, i can down a six pack and a bag of chips, a bottle of bleach, even, i can open the window to my balcony and have a cigarette and throw myself over, or i can take a bath and go to a bar and have sex with a stranger, i can get on a random train and fall into a place where no one knows me, i can ask someone for directions and they might kill me or marry me in ten years. there is a me that exists outside of this routine. a me that is radiant and violent, who resists the order of the universe and demands to live. see, there it is; inside the fridge.
I walked in to the waterfall. Through the dense forest, I could hear the sound, but as I walked, it was difficult to see if I was closer or further away from it. Then suddenly, the trail ended and I was up top of a cliff, looking down at the white water crashing over the rocks.
The cool river was a welcome break, they’d been going so long their feet burned with the travel. Though the next morning, when one was missing, he could be found in the roar of cascades overtaking the beauty of the scene.
i sometimes forget that i’m allowed to drink alcohol. it’s a rush of giddy pleasure every time i forget, and open up my fridge, and see the last remaining beer, and remember, oh yeah, i’m allowed to do that. i have agency over my life. i can ingest and inject whatever i choose after i get home from work, i can down a six pack and a bag of chips, a bottle of bleach, even, i can open the window to my balcony and have a cigarette and throw myself over, or i can take a bath and go to a bar and have sex with a stranger, i can get on a random train and fall into a place where no one knows me, i can ask someone for directions and they might kill me or marry me in ten years. there is a me that exists outside of this routine. a me that is radiant and violent, who resists the order of the universe and demands to live. see, there it is; inside the fridge.
I walked in to the waterfall. Through the dense forest, I could hear the sound, but as I walked, it was difficult to see if I was closer or further away from it. Then suddenly, the trail ended and I was up top of a cliff, looking down at the white water crashing over the rocks.