#object loss

Still ain't sure what the proper term is but I'm objectum. sexually attracted to antique phones n platonically/romantically to lamps, maybe more I dunno I havent been experimenting much.

Last night on my way to work it seemed like it went by incredibly fast. All I could really think about was the warm glow of the hall lights, n the gentleness of the street lamps. Best not develope workplace crushes though. Won't end well. In any case. My psychosis often makes it hard for me to judge my own perception, but I care not right now. Last night was like a very comforting dream, in spite of my job as a garbage boy.

Thinking back on it some more my best friend in high school was a tree I leaned on while waiting for the bus to take me home. When they left the X on them I tried to comfort em as best I could. Fuckers didnt even leave a stump. Still bitter over that.