Looking at the soft blue of the stained glass of the light fixture. This is as close to thinking about clouds as I’ve come in the past week. At first I was listening to music. The same song over and over. Not as excessive as the time when I listened to that one Kraftwerk tape on the entire drive from Chicago to Providence that I did in one fell swoop. Drinking diet coke or masturbating to stay awake. It's hard to imagine touching anything now. All skin suffering from not enough air. All body disease. *
