Time goes away incredibly fast where I am at.

 

For some reason.

 

 

A million distractions.

 

Despite trying to be productive.

 

 

Mostly spent I think,

moving back and forth,

trying to grab something to eat

or otherwise miss the meal.

 

And the internet is not in this place.

 

For some reason, (possibly Adam)

other people have access to the net

in this narrow corridor, of this shelter,

where as I cannot.

 

I don't know. So many things he did that,

i'm suspicious of everything.