āhow the pain in my head transmits to being the pain within other parts of my body, by going directly into my cheekbones and up my spine. it travels in the subway beside us, it turns babies into old men and pretty girls into less pretty girls and oceans into lakes, or whatever
āhow the pain in my head makes me unable to sleep, and alternately, how it made me sleep for twelve hours without dreaming, how it makes me dream sometimes and how good or terrible those dreams have been
āhow having to call on this dull ache, repeatedly, having to explain the dull ache [to my friends and co-workers and professors and neighbours] without being able to touch it, is kind of cruel
āhow i picture myself crawling out of my body and setting up camp a few hundred metres away, and how the logistics of this may not be favourable, and that maybe i should stay here
