May 4, 2022
@dirtbeg liked for a starter
silence is a rare thing. day in and day out, the cacophony of human industry blares and hammers its deafening existence into his ears, a declaration cary is unwillingly privy to. with broken headphones out of commission, he’s subjected to the distress of a migraine and eyes rimmed with red sleep as he perches on the stoop outside the diner’s kitchen. there, he cradles his head, rubs at his face and pulls at his hair, peering groggily in assessment at every occasional passerby.
at last, he snags on one, a dark young man with a stale scent. nicotine will make cary nauseous and lightheaded, ill enough to beg request the morning off of work.
“hey man - got a cigarette?”
