May 22
woke up today and closed my blinds to block out the sunlight. I ate my gruel and oil. I got dressed in all black and begrudgingly exit my tin into the blinding outdoors to witness a young boy playing catch with his father. i simply scoff and stalk briskly down the street. such is the life of a lone sardine. all you young sardies don’t get it. you are destined to stay nestled in the tin with your boys. don’t leave. don’t leave. don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave don’t leave
