I can't remember the last time I lived somewhere that didn't have running water. I wonder if it's actually happened. We're moving a maximalist aesthetic into a minimalist situation. I just want a glass of water, a hot shower, a working toilet. Ive never been so tired, and I've never smelled so bad. My leg are two masses of limp pain, my hands are stiff, calloused wads of meat. My right eye is experiencing a mild swelling, that I'd ******* pray isn't pink eye, if I believed in god, which gets harder from here. Illuminated in the dark of midnight by computer light, with only the tickings of a cheap watch for condolence. Their voices complain from downstairs. Then laugh. Then return. Trinkets chitter around. Rooms full of garbage. If you hit it softly enough, can you still tell you're at the bottom?