hello. help. my memory is failing me. who was it that i was talking to recently who admitted to possessing a vintage vespa scooter? it must have been no more than three or four days ago, but i have completely blocked the person out. all i can remember now are artistic and bohemian associations, and a vague sense that this person would be a fun companion for a journey across tibet. strange and frustrating. have i really become that forgetful? or, as is not too unusual, the lines between reality and dreamworld are getting all blurred up again?
also who stole my selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors?
‘i am not here to write. i am here to be mad.’ – robert walser