my sight is distorted through a medium. images stop and start rapidly as if film was running in my head. i see the meaningless small talk and construction commotion. i see movements towards friendships and bonds based merely on five minutes bursts of conservation. the weather is in the oddly placed limbo between high temperatures and sweaters. little boxes filled with items from discarded lamps and twin sized bedding cluttered hallways. why doesn’t this get easier to watch?
