RAW THOUGHTS: 9.18.26
trust the process
past three years or so my sleep habits went to shit. well, more to shit. from six hours to maybe four. i worked a job that had me going from brooklyn to the ass end of long island city and i had to be there at 8. so i had to get up at 5. too early to get an iced coffee much less a real breakfast. at the mercy of the queens bus system to get to and from this outpost between oil refineries and cemeteries. in the haze of my somnambulism i navigated stark white hallways in order to move back and forth between starker white rooms and go back and forth with remote workers over what is to be done with rich men's toys and their misshapen packaging.
a joyless existence.
now i lie awake, hoping to figure out some kind of peace of mind. i have some reprieve from the worst of what this city has to offer but for all i know i'm just in the eye of a hurricane.
oh and the track attached idk
