Wednesday, June 15


There's an overpass near by apartment. I have to walk across it in order to get to work. The fence between the sidewalk and a sudden drop down to the freeway is...not very high. A little below my waist, actually.

It's kind of scary sometimes. Especially since I'm afraid of heights. I have to keep looking straight ahead of me when I'm on the overpass and not look to the side. Sometimes I look and I'm kind of mesmerized.

Lately, I've been imagining what would happen if I fell over. Or jumped over. Why would I jump? I imagine a car careening out of control or a giant bird overhead that forces me to run and then jump and fall.

Down down down.

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