(097) diminishing winds

input... output...

still no consolation.

too much time wasted. seems like i'm back at square one, but facing the other direction. at least there is no finish line... just babies falling out of windows. diminishing winds don't help. i can't slow down and concentrate. what's wrong with me? i think i'm fading away. my body, that is. polluting my airwaves, you're the ones who make it hard for me to breathe. wake up... who needs who?