10/10/18 6.00pm utown bus, back in the groove
moments of clarity can strike sometimes in this sticky summer heat where every thought is a haze rising from unknown spaces in the clementi compound, the insurmountable gap between kent ridge and home. we are little ants scurrying from space to outer spaces speaking of friends' instagrams and snacks and very soon we will be obscured and caught in the nets; how our hair dye fades from shades of blonde to gray at times that toxic haze binds, chemicals to neuroreceptors, and then water can barely do anything to lift us out of it; we'll smoke and smoke for our friends, for our other little ants but we'll forget self consciousness in favor of flow, caught in the river and storm of other's goals.