Python is barely making sense. Fanan is pooping and peeing everywhere. Coffee tastes weird. Writing yet another report for thesis.
In my head right now, there is a baby voice that is the offspring of Kylie and Lorde, the kind of voice that sings the ending credits on an insignificant existence that came to wither within a forest. Ghost in The Shell on the background, I missed Major.

3h00 am is surreal for writing. I'm starting to want to be done with this.
At least my head will be clear for my personal writing
There are other thesis reports requiring my attention though, other presentations,  but at least then I can go back and forth between the writings.

Raping the Replay Button

We're On Each Other's Team

I'm playing this on the loop and I find myself gradually appreciating this singer.

And that little boy doesn't stop pointing at me and babbling to his parents.

And to think it started as a quiet morning in this quiet coffee shop.