in the meantime

attention: absolutely nothing is going on. could be outside in the freezing cold doing something. I am inside dry, dried out, waiting, waiting on files to process, waiting for the clock to strike lunch, waiting to get back out into the cold and be . . . myself. where I don’t have to talk to anyone. me and my war with the choking wind. one day in November I walked down and slept in a field. I repeat this again, it was a beautiful moment. I’m trying to find them everywhere, and even . . . get along okay with the best of the bastards. that’s me. I get along.