~/fragments
things noticed between longer thoughts.
I don’t know why I’m writing today. I’m just sitting here in the chaos of a hospital, waiting for something. People are getting ready to sleep, cleaning their utensils and cutlery after dinner. They’re spending the night in this open hall, waiting for their loved ones who are admitted to the ICU. I’m doing the same, except I’m lying on a half-broken couch and listening to Spotify DJ. It’s playing all sorts of songs, and now I’m writing this post in the middle of all this chaos. I miss my room. At this hour, it would be completely empty, and I’d be comfortable doing whatever shit I wanted. But reality is a bitch, and I have to be here. More power to me.