Found in a notebook, from last fall, in my handwriting

(mildly edited to soothe a tic)

...for the ghost of old trouble to creep up on me. the gravity of your home town. a couple more days and things might have gotten a little awkward. still, i got some good work done...honest work...

...somewhere over america i become devastatingly depressed. self loathing. the whole deal. feeling like i deserve to be ruined. in salt lake the people stand on the moving walkway like they're display models. pardon me. i only got on because my knee is injured, but still here i am limping through a salmon ladder of the obese. i put my headphones on, decide to drown my depression in fast food. printed on my receipt: "Jesus!"

homogenized faces. white bellies. i want to (edited) their way of life. i say a word out loud - "mormons". yeah, that's right, everybody look at the crazy guy.

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hey there,

found this in a box of old film and got a little sappy.

take care,

-D.