flutter//glitch

my screen yellows, ages as i type out the smooth keys on my laptop of three and a half years. over its lifetime, i have lived many lifetimes. vicariously. remotely.
i am a construct of my experiences, imagined and real. sense sense. also, unknowingly, i am a construct of a different sort in others' minds.
in my mind is where i will live. reflected selves all around. repeat. recover. release.
but right now i am living in my heart. it is anxious. it bothers me. the type of discomfort a splinter in your finger would bring. one that embeds itself.

clark - herr bar from fink.