procrastinating i sip away to the dreams of some nebulas dimension, they swallow up my thoughts of trail and retribution. the laws of physics don't quite work the way they usually do, slight discrepancy in thought and expression, it's the penumbra of uncertainty flooding through every door you open and behind every one you close.
i watched a film about men in hats who move between doorways, jumping into this world outta that world, adjusting things, like an angelic bureaucracy, 'you think you have free will but it's just an illusion of free will' one character says.
but even i don't care, i just want some soft oblivion today, in this strange sleep where things add up to nothing.