Low Pressure
two tabbies bathe
in office exhaust, each waiting
for a master
Cat on a cold brick roof.
In my city, there are an inexplicable number of skyscrapers with enormous ground-level air-conditioning vents. Huge cross-hatched maws gushing old air out into the street, all day every day. I don’t particularly enjoy it, but I imagine it’s pleasing to some.
Music today is this entirely random deep lo-fi house mix I found on YouTube, which sort of makes me feel like a wallflower at a very mellow prom.