I sit in this dimly lit room, illuminated by pixelssanctioning cynicism onto evenly spaced letters. While these shadows I cast, which seem longer than they should be, draw portraits of unkindness on these overpriced walls that keep me comfortable. And for lack of a better thing to write about I write about this, now, meaningless endeavors through my clockwise mind that translates and transcribes these trivialities into something legible.
