Teeth on my feet + playlist

The days pass very quickly: trying not to fall asleep, singing Jack Johnson in my head, every meal with my laptop or a textbook in front of me, and a display case full of monster-skulls. At night, I ride my bicycle where the streetlights thin out and I cast spells on the McMansions as I pass them.

For me, this is a mix kind of like just lying on top of the covers watching the light shift, yet feeling sort of intense-eyed and wide in the brain.