i did a funny thing today: i went right up to my shower head, you know, one of those reflective kinds where you can see your face warping into the funniest shapes (i didn't laugh), i went right up to it and watched as my mouth filled up with warm water over and over again; and spilled out over and over again too, like pools and waterfalls or blood and drowning (morbidity isn't really my style, but i went with it), for an hour, at least. afterwards, i brushed my teeth and noticed the hoodlum shadows underneath my bright blues that used to be so beloved by my scatterbrained spanish teacher and the sweet lady who helped to surgically extract four pieces of usurping bone from the corners of my mouth.
i think one existential crisis is quite enough for one day, thank you.