the creeping feeling of being somewhere you're not supposed to be, out of place, out of mind.
as i was riding through the half lit garage, those last words. as though a stark reminder of the reality. obtrusive, obvious, blatant.
8... crane... ok...
+listening to: deed is done by dave matthews band
Tuesday, June 29
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