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Picture of a purple and orange sunset

“Sunday, 19 July, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.”
-Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka


Barely awake,
struggling to meet the definition of alive,
not in a conscious state,
below theta waves,
riding the peaks of
bong smoke filtered through ice cubes,
thoughts struggling through the haze
like a glacier in the swells of the Atlantic.