Day 600
On hangover
A shriek, two showers, a regrettable attempt at nourishment, three of those fizzy vitamin C things, half a carton grapefruit juice, a fistful of non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, the need for an opera about tragedy and loss among kids in edge cities, very focused bicycling, very long fingers dangling, cartoons, haircut metal of the mid-Nineties, the poetry to be found in press releases. Unless you’ve had sweet mixed drinks, in which case you might as well shoot yourself.