I’m writing this on the train, which hasn’t left the station, because i’m late, becuase i was looking for my glasses and not finding them. How the fuck do you lose your own glasses in your own apartment which is bascially empty? It's kinda crazy work on my part. How did i do that? Unless i left them at the hospital, which is honestly a crazier case. How could i lose sight of something like that, something that belongs to me and something i use to see?

I look at the pigeon on the platform who is missing multiple toes. It’s missing three toes on the right foot and two on the left, but it’s acting like nothing is the matter. The wounds are healed. It’s just looking for food. It’s about its day as everyone else is. We all go through life missing things, i guess, is the stupid corny little aphorism that can come from this.

But damn, man, what the hell . i guess an example of grasping and its consequences. It was truly like..... That last little look-see that i did for the glasses is the one that maede me officially, fully late. As i got to the platform, i saw my usual train pulling away. I missed it. I missed the train, and now it’s 6:53, and i've not left the station yet.

Whatever. It’s day 21. The last day. I don’t have my glasses. I can still seee. Here we go.