I’m trying to sit outside and read but every time a local firework goes off the sound ricochets off the door in front of which I am sitting and every single time I think someone is coming out from my apartment and so the heart-jolt of the firework immediately is followed by the heart-jolt of someone who can’t exist nonetheless surprising me from behind and now I feel like I am a perpetual startle response.
Bix dot Blog
The unsupported use case of Bix Frankonis’ disordered, surplus, mediocre midlife in St. Johns, Oregon.
No fear, no hate, no thoughtless bullshit, and no nazis.