Low Again

Sometimes your mood drops as suddenly as the internet does at night with a provider from the nineties. You want to let go of the weight, but your hands cling to it like a favorite old jacket - lost its shape, but still warm. The music rocks in a repetitive “heat-heat-heat,” like an annoying thought that chews on your brain until you give up. And it's strangely comforting: as if the world around you is also tired and has decided to float a little in its own overheating.