some days flick by so fast you're reading a flip book with single frame events picked out from the details. feeling is lost. people have blurry edges. the wind carries them away. life becomes a distraction.
other days grow roots and wedge themselves in the concrete, with violent vibrations rocking your center of gravity away from its resting place. the belligerent days refuse to go unnoticed, and they will hurt you if they have to.