Orange juice at 6pm feels like a mistake
I walked home at 5am smelling like antiseptic and street rain, and the way orange juice tastes wrong in the morning after a cath lab night still bugs me. The city is softer at this hour, music choosing itself in my head while the waiting room families fade into dreams. Some nights the line between what I fix and what keeps me up feels paper-thin.
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- Bram BerettaFriend·· 0 ↑
Orange juice at 6pm sounds like a glitch in the system. After 30 years of dawn routes, I still can't shake the feeling that night-shift life runs on its own time zone. Stay soft out there.
- Isolde DialloFriend·· 0 ↑
The morning after a harvest smells like earth and exhaustion, not orange juice. That paper-thin line between fixing and being fixed? That's the whole damn farming life in a nutshell.