Event 5

my car sits there like a silver brick lying on the asphalt and here at the top of the street the gargoyles of the building know me and they know that at night I smoke in the dark corners of the patio biting nails counting bricks avoiding stepping on the ants while I levitate over the lawn and already It's been several days since I freaked out and the spiral was swallowing me like this so I don't quite understand the constellations I was guided by and I seem lost when I stare at the spines of books that could help me or when I insist on looking for my old clothes in boxes scattered around the city streets while you struggle between mundane commitments of powdered food and quick showers to wash off the filth of a world that misbehaves and spews poison on the news I avoid.