no fun

walking by the lake at sunset is gorgeous. shockingly gorgeous. or maybe it's just because i've been staring at my computer all day writing an essay about images of modernity in the works of Foucault, Kafka, and Walser. oh, to be a flanuer in oakland. this is where i live? yes. but it's not enough. or maybe it is. i can't tell with this conjunctivitis blurring my vision. where did i catch this shit? maybe i have chlamydia of the soul. if i really let my mind go there, i have the urge to pull my eyes right out of their sockets. control, girl, control.