surrounded by massive sound. at home, the floor is trembling. oceanic directive and she pointed at the moon. legs wrapped warm and amongst some parkside bench. shitty dogs shitty humans. all guteral laughs and always only real life. "id follow someone" and "someone" else as another.. im writing of an interaction followed by a memory that could means whatever you put your mind to. choose your own adventure sort of evening filled with a burrito and someone else holding my bag of chips, some solid step and a few near missed encounters. found fleeting, color coded.