paint fumes
"they" (the mysterious people who sometimes appear outside my window to do work) are painting the fire escape. i'm getting high on the paint fumes and i've been talking to myself a lot more. like, i'm having full-on conversations and confessions and everything as if all that comes out of my mouth is news to me. i think even right now as i type, what is being written on the screen is news to my head. like the independent thinking-organ in my hands is communicating with my eyes.

maybe i should go outside.