watching a man wait for his dog to poop in a yard today almost broke me. it was an overwhelmingly depressing experience. there he was-- standing in drizzle, slumped shoulders, with a plastic bag already posed and ready on his hand. palpable ennui. and it really did just about push me over the edge.
the futility of every single thing.
maybe i'm just sad today,
maybe it's the rain,
but seriously--
it was almost too much for me to handle.
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