The World Is a Lonely Place

I miss life before the internet

Photo by Matheus Bertelli: https://www.pexels.com/photo/girl-holding-plant-while-lying-on-grass-573285/

The days smelled of salt and burning leaves. We’re eating salami sandwiches wrapped in butcher paper, running barefoot on the hot sidewalk, and our heels splinter and bleed and it’s fine, absolutely fine, because we could feel something. We chew, we cough, we bleed. We ride busses to towns called Ronkonkoma and Islip because we imagined them cold and quaking…