As if the current moment is just a memory for my future self.

My lips were adhered together and my tongue felt dry like bark in my mouth. Parting my lips would likely make them crack.

the sun benign and easy-going.

Tiptoe barefoot on the parquet.

I kept wondering if this was normal for people staying in the same job year after year. If it always wore you down with its intricate colleague hierarchies and unchanging scenery.

Its electronic beats mingle with the band’s pop drums and the effect is disillusioning, like the world is out of sync with itself.

She was magnetic like a black hole.

I had wanted nothing more than to stay in London. Stockholm felt like a bleak imitation of a city by comparison. It still does.

The most prominent feature of Chinatown isn’t the lanterns or the neon signs or the gold and red. It’s the smell, mouthwatering despite its heavy sweetness. Makes you think of fried spring rolls greasing your fingers and curly wheat noodles thick and glossy in paper boxes.