Saturated
I am alone in my room.
The day has left me feeling saturated.
I find solitude to be rather soothing.
Nothing but the hum of various electronic devices and
a few fish to keep me company.
I can sink into a book like some men sink into
a bottle of whiskey.
I take the batteries out of my phone,
lock the deadbot on the front door,
pour myself a glass of fine aged bourbon,
cook myself a bloody steak and read
a vampire novel.
Fuck all you people.
...and maybe a bit more bourbon.