Airport Tunnels
27 July 2025
I’m getting bad at texting…
Driving back to my apartment tonight, I got a little lost in the daze of the highway. That auto-pilot feeling where your brain says you’ll probably die if you don’t pay attention, but you don’t anyway (maybe that’s how Diana’s driver felt). I get that feeling all the time, but by the time I hit the airport tunnels with the bleary-eyed flashes I wake up again. They hit like little pebbles of warm, rousing light. It’s giving me an existential crisis on a Sunday night.
I banged my toe on my shower door railing the other day. It bled a lot. I always had the passing thought - “When you get older, you’re gonna hit yourself on that damn railing” - I guess I’m already older now. Yes I’m 24, so I say that only as ironically as I can get away with.
I’ve been getting into multivitamins too… Thinking if I take enough I’ll see the face of god.
It’s strange after all these years, now feeling a sense of inertia. I haven’t done a whole lot except worry about my job. Now all of a sudden I don’t care so much.
I’ve got to think about Hong Kong soon.
