why do i always look west?

as soon as the painkillers bruce slipped me kicked in i stole away and crawled to the roof to escape the white tiles of my room for a little bit.

this is a strange city at night.

not sure how i feel about just how public all the discoveries, unpleasant or otherwise, that i will be making about myself over the next 7 months are going to be.

not even sure on how i feel about the ones i've already made.

honestly though. who decides how much they know about someone. north america is the land of the invisible barriers of personality.

theres very little freedom to decide what people see here. we are all naked.