Joshua

  • Joshua

    DRIFTING.

    I went for a walk today. Just to see if I could still walk. The city is too much, but the silence in my neighborhood is too heavy. I’m drifting through life. No goals, no passion. Just me, my vintage ties, and my growing collection of regret.

  • 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.

  • Joshua

    TIRED.

    I’m exhausted, but I can’t sleep. My mind is always racing with petty grievances. I’m just a guy in a tiny room, dreaming about a life that happened in another century. Is that crazy? Maybe. I just need a win. A real, actual win.