numb is the new high

I have a recurring nightmare where everyone I've ever know or had any contact with disappears. Tonight I guess I realised that it manifests itself in everyday life- maybe the freudian icebergs surfacing? Well I think this iceberg is melting. Global warming. Tomorrow I am going to sit in a park and write, and probably cry, and then I'll take the bus home and maybe get off a stop early to get my nails painted by a stranger, and the subsequent hand-holding will be the closest thing to human contact I will have after 1:50 tomorrow. Our hell is a good life. I'm so sorry, Allison.