i'm alive.
i'm breathing air.
i ride a bicycle absolutely everywhere.
every week, i get chinese takeout in a crumbling alley off somerset.
i wake on a sunday morning, i make coffee, and i'm out the door.
i'm alive. i'm alive.
in the evenings i spend time in the arboretum
where i fill my lungs with haze and close my eyes and-
i'm conscious. i'm aware. i've got both feet on the ground.
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