My internal monologue is saturated analog it's scratched and drifting. I've become attached to the idea it's all a shifting dream bittersweet philosophy. I've got no idea how I even got here I'm resentful I'm having an existential time crisis what bliss daylight savings wont fix this mess under worked and oversexed. I must express my disinterest the rats are back inside my head what would Freud've said.
Courtney Barnett















