April 3

Extreme shifts from one environment to the next emphasize the peculiarities of each, like a quiet walk home after a deafening night out, like Pommes Frites' greasy counter top and its surprisingly clean bathroom.

I felt my feet much more when I stopped dancing, relished the kind of too cold breeze, appreciated my own soberness among the hair-in-face regurgitators up-chucking the come-down.

I go out, I guess, to be alone... I appreciate the awareness that immediately follows a complete lack thereof.