February 2012
Back in the States for a while.
Go to Starbucks.
See people I went to high school with.
Don’t remember their names, unfriended on Facebook ages ago.
Go along my business.
They keep looking, seem surprised.
I’m a ghost who doesn’t give a fuck.
Oooh boy the life of me.
“Each of us has his own way of emerging from the underworld.”
– Franz Kafka (via kafkaesque-world)
