Medium Delirium

Just about too spent to write a word today. Tiresome phone calls, too much screen time, ennui. The lady behind me on the bus plays some awful game on her phone that emits the most horrifying noise. I lack the energy or determination ask her to for the love of god please stop it.

A snapshot: walking home from the bus stop under a pastel sky, and a cluster of morning glory flowers – soft, lilac, luxurious – drips like expensive jewellery from the shelter over the walkway. I guess they don’t only open in the mornings, after all.