121513 #human stuck inside the emptiness of your own head you know nobody can hear you you write it down (actually you type it; there is no "down" in space) because it's the only way to order your thoughts, and without order they're just a dull, numb, faintly queasy chaos you had another mini-crisis; some kind of possibly self-inflicted emptiness or panic caused you to make a rash, ridiculous, selfish purchase, which an hour or so later you recanted, thank god, you did in this case do the right thing, but the whole fleshy business has left you raw, teeming, hungry, generally weird but at least, thank god, you didn't spent that money