Sensations.
Awaking from sweet dreamland by sunshine burning your face.
Submerging into a mass of people all moving in one direction, being immobilized by their bodies that trap you and force you to inhale the odour of their sweathy secretions.
Sitting, monotonously moving forward in sacred routine, earning every penny you will inevitably spend.
Admiring the class and grace surrounding 20’s New York and despiting what humans are capable of doing.
Sinking your mind into a book, which in some miraculous way gets you to completely diffuse into someone else’s reality or construction of one.
Peacefully ending in familiar loneliness, which comes in the appropriate amount and prudently leads your mind to focus on what is needed.
