goodbye summer, you absolute freak.

on being haunted by a *very* scary ghost in a foreign country, existential FOMO, and having an anxiety attack in a 7-Eleven

my AC broke at the height of july, arresting me to my sheets with only a fan covered in cat-litter as my aid. in the span of a fortnight, my bed became a humid monastery of sweat and stickiness— my breaths: a meditation; my thighs: two palms, hand-in-hand. the water on my bedside table lapped up memories from mouth to journal. the warmer months of an al…