what i do is often not much more than an exercise in mundanity
listen to talking heads and big deal and m83 on repeat
write rude things in the frost on my bedroom window
smoke far more than one should
drink more coffee than one should
work late then walk home and its usually freezing
read oscar wilde in the bathtub
sleep under the eleven blankets covering my bed
hear my chest lift and drop and interrupted by raucous coughs
and listen to it on repeat