autumn
sunlight hits the road, bounces off people and surfaces, and feels especially real. i tap my card on the bus and say thank you. the noise reverberates and sounds especially real. it’s 2024 and im aware that it will not always be. the cut on the knuckle of my index finger is healing. i am invited to somebody’s birthday party next week.
from the bus window the trees appear slightly psychedelic. this is due to the distortion of the glass and the red pigment that runs as a common thread through the decaying leaves and cobbled bricks. the resulting image is autumn in all its glory, grainy and saturated, as if someone has put a photoshop filter and screenprinted it onto a cotton tee.