I found some cassettes and VHS in a box and I listened to some almost muted alternative indie from the early '90s and watched some discoloured movies on the video. It was nice. Sitting there in your couch, comfortable.
I've been watching a lot of movies lately. Sometimes two a day. It's my way of staying calm. And there aren't many things to do, you know. The choices are only a few. The most boring. Some ridiculously impossible. And they won't happen.
I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied.
I don't know why I feel so skinned-alive.