it is 5 am and i cannot sleep and i hear car doors open and close outside
people are going outside of their houses and some of them want to
people are going to earn their existences
people are going to drive dozens of miles to other buildings and they are going to go inside other buildings and sit there until they drive dozens of miles home
to get out of bed one must have the courage of a dead god
people stand by trees in parks or beside rivers and feel tiny, religious and afraid
i am hiding in Kafka's dream
Kafka's dream is hidden in a hole he smashed in his wall while yelling at his dad about jobs
there is an orange beam of streetlight shining through my blinds and it is 5:15 am and I am starting to feel like I should be asleep or maybe not in existence unless I can get a job