Observations
-
A note on space, age, and consideration. I take the bus twice a day, often enough that it has stopped feeling like a means of transportation and started behaving like a small, predictable ecosystem. The same seats fill first. The same stops release people in the same order. Patterns form quietly, without anyone ever agreeing
-
A small moment I didn’t think about until I did. I brushed my hair for the first time in a while and only noticed afterward.The brush was heavy with it — old strands of hair, pale and dark, layered over one another, climbing out of its bristles and winding around the handle like something trying
Analog nights 