about CVS

I had never had covid yet, but the quarter and change I got back from the self-checkout kiosk at CVS definitely had a virus on them. That is how I caught the flu this year. So that was last Saturday night. I felt bad Sunday, but I was wearing a mask when I left the house Monday morning—I noticed it was gone when I woke up feeling bad on the bus and the bus pulled up to the train station downtown, which is nowhere near where I normally go. I probably had a high fever, but I was so parched that I doubt I was spraying many droplets of infection or anything else if you know what I mean. I suddenly found myself on the wrong train and wearing a mask that was definitely not mine. I got off at the next stop and was accosted by all these females that live around there I guess. They were advertising drugs. Not one of those ladies had my mask, too.

about spring, the fourth plague

The flies come inside because that's where I am.

about a type of metal band

The style suggests that repetition is rehashing, that sustainment begets staleness, and redundancy is unwanted. The sound is bait—it strings you along and promises the next moment will pay off. It could, just by percentages, but almost all of it will be lost and forgotten without any attachments or lasting connections having been made, leaving you wondering what you have been doing all this time.