That damn train is on time. It’s never on time. Why is it on time?
My bed is holding me hostage. I have Stockholm syndrome.
I didn’t get groceries yesterday. I am hungry. I regret nothing.

My bag is heavy. I packed too much. I should’ve packed more socks.
The road is wet. I don’t slip.
The guy behind the counter looks like he secretly spits on the croissants he’s selling. That’s one Euro, please. I pay by card.

The train makes a weird noise. Maybe it will derail. My mom would be sad.
The world outside the window is blurry. I am tired.
People in Berlin walk faster than elsewhere. I have failed PE every year. I am always one step behind.