this morning #2200.

this morning, while off in a foreign land attempting to get away from the day to day for a little bit, he was struggling to stash away the state of his existence back in the states. couldn’t even order breakfast without being reminded of the wreckage waiting for him upon his return. he’d only recently learned that his reality was actually more fiction than fact. had been for a while now. as he sipped his cappuccino & pushed food around his plate, he wavered between unpacking the last week & researching local tourist attractions. hoped to find something engrossing enough to keep his mind occupied. found a centuries-old cemetery right outside of the city. tons of notable folks buried there. right now, he felt a distinct kinship with the dead. chose to go with that.