lounge

a whirlwind of a day in which i revisit the old austin me: see all these people i haven't seen in over two years, tour EAST, drink coffee at progress. and this is after a morning as the new austin me, and suddenly these things don't seem too different and i'm rejuvenated and i don't know how to express this but this town feels like it could be home again and that's probably me or maybe it's you, or something else entirely. but it is what it is.

the night may be over yet, the night may not be over yet. there could be drinks, there could be sleep, there could be folded clothes and clorox cabinet wipes, there could be a solitary indulgence at the movie theatre, there could be....there could be so much.