I time-travelled today. Not along flaming skid marks but a widening spiral. Disappointment to annoyance to regret & suddenly I was looking out the 7th floor day room window, empty. I managed to come back til just now & I thought about some songs that made me think of 4am winter train station in suburbia trying to keep warm & having nothing but a cd player (aging myself) & my backpack & loathing. Christ it's been a tough day. Bedtime where I don't remember my dreams so it's blissfully quiet