It feels like everyone has been speaking in code lately. Like everyone is slowly and meticulously walking around the truth in concentric circles that widen further and further away from it, flattening into meaninglessness. I keep starting and restarting my sentences, beginning them aimlessly to fill the silence without any idea of where they’re headed. I honestly have no idea what anyone is telling me half the time.
Profound graffiti spotted on Market Street.
(San Francisco, CA)