I wake claustrophobic. Escape. Escape. Black actions suddenly disclosed. I write your name under each breath. Escape: time, hungering teeth, bad memories, empty bank accounts, bad credit, indecisions, mad coupling, dead cycles of argument. Escape: laptops, noise, stagnating pools of words. The world outside half-born, wet with rain. Drink Coffee. Grab Keys. Drive. Think.
All cities are geometric blackmail. As Paris recedes behind me, I understand: I don’t live somewhere in the city, I live somewhere in the hierarchy. All space is occupied by the enemy.
Tobias Morgan, March 20th 2010.
Source: puppymustdrown
