Slow drain. Residue. Left behind once the images make impact. You can’s unsee, unlearn but what you can do is ignore. And we do, but I’m here to tell you something. Look enough and you can’t ignore, or forget. What comes around. Just when you think you are immune you see something you’ve seen a thousands times and suddenly it cuts you like a prison blade. Unexpected. Never saw it coming.
Walking into the furnace, block by block but your brain is still back there. Still riveted. That’s what good work does. No, no, no, no, no. YES.
On a speed run. Don’t talk to me. I’ve got work to do. Get it in, process then deflect the meaning at someone else. The mind is a mixmaster now. Now what? Now what you gonna do? Go back to your normal life? Ya, probably. But memory is a hard thing to shake.
This make me want to make. Neck tattoos and slow drawl.