i've been overwhelmed by these flashes, tiniest of moments that i thought were long forgotten, empty spaces between ages, where i still had hopes and dreams of driving fast cars and selling out Madison Square garden on the only account of my fake pen name
it's been a weird couple of weeks navigating between waking life, walking down the streets and down corridors yet hearing people from another time call my name, calling me names sometimes too, and never really understating where they'd all gone in the first place
