Today I worked a lot. Tried to dig my way out. Regretted some life choices made or not made. Coughed and ached.
I took an isolation drive. 82nd Avenue just after twilight. Phantoms at the bus stops. Library parking lot. Books about pigeons from the self-serve kiosk.
Windows open. Cold February air. Leya's Flood Dream. Compact disc gleaming in the high beams. Microtonal harp. Regret sliced thin.
I thought about the time I was late for the microtonal festival because I was hanging out with the noise dudes. How life might have been different if I had been on time.
