When nothing is good I go out for coffee and I sit in this little shop not far from my house and soak up all the free wi-fi I can. Mostly I just check my email over and over, but at least I feel like I’m doing something with my life.
So anyway, the guy who works here (who’s nice and has row houses tattooed on his forearms) is playing a cd for the second time since I’ve been here and there’s this song in which the only lyrics (that I can understand, anyway) are:
Everything is burning, in the brain.
And I think yes. Yes. Everything IS burning in the brain. It sure as hell is.