Four hours of karaoke will do that to you.
I feel strangely drunk and yet I haven’t touched a drop. People are built by their memories and also by what touches them but I still cling to the belief that the only way to be in control is never to let what touches know that it has touched you. Ice on the outside and fire in the middle. If you ever forget yourself what touches you then you’re in trouble. Then you’re truly fucked.
I’m very tired.