nighttime, for sleeping.

the scene is one of tranquility: a maroon lampshade is spreading light dully across the desk, tinny music lamenting heartbreak spills from speakers and the heater radiates heat, as predicted.
the remnants of a mug of chai tea (not quite reaching of latte status), and also a stripped plastic water bottle.
song change - female melancholia, reminisce.
i spoke to my aunt today, she is wise and lovely and gave me advice for the scary future. she said, workplace is fun after uni. it is real and exciting and vivid. and i thought, lordy lordy lords sounds frightening and adult and grownup. someone said - we are not yet adults, but old-adolescents. not yet grown up but old enough to know better, know better than someone.
silence now, hum of things electronic. nervous stomach, bubbly bubble. mouth tastes funny teeth feel grimy. plaque - i always imagined it as little monsters on my teeth, cackling and giggling. maybe my mouth is some sort of microcosm for society. you can make a metaphor out of zero.