“where am i?” - my girlfriend with alzheimers, whom of which i love dearly
i say “you’re home, with me, your boyfriend”. the words are swallowed by the endless abyss of her mind. they sink deep into some padded cell beneath the thick mud of conscious. consumed by deaf thought.
flys are so dumb man. if i was a fly i would stay in toilets and fly into an asshole and live inside the colon. straight the source. other flys could never think of that because they are so dumb but not me.