the pink blazer on broadway
i’m going to walk up that hill for fun
confusion of a rental bike
garlic and scallions in a broth
the whiff of a hurried cigarette
that’s a good view
another coffee
uphill downhill
a bright blue house with fuchsia flowers
i have to shit where’s the coffee house it’s a never ending cycle
his hand on her back
oddly perfect weather
phone is dying
so many people
and everyone has such a complicated life
2:38 and gabe recommends caffe triste
closes at 3 and a 23 minute walk
let’s goooo
okay not making it
am i talking to myself more or less while alone?
more, more, definitely more. i am mouthing these words as i type.
kind of want someone to hold my hand
in an endearing way
not too sweaty
and swing our arms as we walk
Beale street
where do i know this from?
alright i’m getting hungry again
i start to use maps but then disengage and end up running towards the colors that grab me instead
27,000 steps?
i should really use my gps more often annoying how i still see thin, petite as some standard
but ice cream and a crop top?
a power move.
An adventure!