Saw George Tekai while he was at my work.
Was ten minutes late to work.
Got a text about meeting up from an old lover.
Talked to a man for twenty minutes about how Mongtomery Gentry is going to release the song he recently wrote.
Got the flu.
I also ate six chocolate chip muffins in one sitting.
Our eyes are the colors of planets they haven’t named yet. Pupils of void, irises of oceans beneath cratered ground. Corneas spread with vast, vast starscapes. This, this heartbeat, is the sound of it all standing still.