Morning Theft:

No longer a student or the roommate of an artist, my community has escaped me. The terrible and sudden kind of escape, the one that comes without warning.

• The days are spent making meals for unappreciative government employees, and the evenings find their meaning only in conversation and sleep.
  
• Tomorrow, a much needed drive in a car where almost everything cosmetic is damaged.
  I will make it, as long as the radio tuner is functioning, and the rain is kept at a distance.
• A lack of contrast in the sky and repetition of a new Buckley song, I figured it was time to once again step into my own head.