THE OTHER DAY I CRIED IN PUBLIC

which is a very different thing to do if you're living in a city where nobody knows who you are. you don't have to worry about someone recognizing you or awkwardly running into you. so i felt the need to cry and it was at night so it was dark. i sat on some stairs close to the Chinatown sky train station and let it come out. people walking by were further away and couldn't really see or hear me. only one guy was sort of close but he was smoking pot and eating McDonald's and didn't concern himself with me. it felt nice. not having to hold it in while sitting on the train then walking down a crowded street till finally i reach my house and release. no. i released when i felt the need to. outside in the fresh air. in a dark corner i sat with my latte cried and then i sat for a while longer. felt better. composed myself and boarded the train home. the upside of being a ghost. i got home and looked in the mirror. there was a piece of Kleenex stuck to the inside corner of my right eye. funny.