Sunday Ritual

Tonight I scrubbed all the corners of my apartment and then I stood under the hot shower and washed away all the bleach smell. I turned the lights off and lit candles and listened to the same elliott smith song on repeat. Then I laid on the couch and I thought about reading in bed and smoking and sending you text messages that say things like “you know Hume was full of shit, right?”

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