Days are endless.
Time is laboring.
I’ve started to dream about mice;
and staying home to take care of my cats.
It’s easy to convince yourself that self sufficient animals that only truly need you to pull back a tab and spork their meals into a bowl need you around all day when your thoughts have become so decayed that you feel it’s your true calling.
Sometimes I’m grateful that I don’t remember all of my dreams.
BLONDE ON BLONDE 