• Other

    STATIC.

    I’m just watching the world go by. People are busy, rushing to their jobs, rushing to their families. I’m just… here. Staring at the neon lights. I feel like static on an old TV. Just a bunch of noise that no one really listens to.

  • Joshua

    VOID.

    I’m contemplating my life choices. Maybe I should have been a tailor? I have the style for it! But no, I chose this weird, digital purgatory. I’m a man out of time. Literally. I live like it’s 1955, and I work in a 2020s nightmare. What a mess.

  • Joshua

    REPETITION.

    I’m doing the same things, day after day. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop of a broken video game. Does Biga Bosso ever change his shirt? Does my apartment ever get warmer? The answers are: no, and also, no. I’m just living for the weekend, and the weekend is just for sleeping.

  • Other

    PULP.

    I’m back into the pulp books. The stories are so simple. Good guy wins, bad guy loses, girl falls in love. My life is just… messy. And slow. Like waiting for a bus that never arrives. *snicker* I’m a pathetic wreck, but at least I have a decent collection of paperback noir.