hello, innernets

I’m on some Invisible Man, Geto Boys steez: I sit alone zoning out in my four cornered room that’s lit-up super bright with thousands of watts of halogens, xmas lights dangling in thick bunches and black votive candles courtesy of Urban Outfitters, specialists in post-teen recluse fashion.

I’m afraid of the dark and afraid of food and waiting to evolve.