Standing on a bus stop, feeling your head pop, out in the night, in the kind of night where you want to be out on the street, on the street, crawling up the walls like a cat in heat and the air is thin and it blows through your skin and you feel like something is about to begin, but you don’t know what and you don’t know when so you tear at your hair and you scratch at your skin…
Wishing Well - The Airborne Toxic Event
