a squirrels mind

will drive ya nuts

Prague

Prague, Czech Republic

4:14 am. Curtains are closed but window is cracked. I hear occasional ding of the tram. Cars driving slowly over slick cobblestone streets. Sound- soothing rubble. A faint sliver of orange streetlight peeks between the curtains. A group strolls home talking loudly, bellies full of beer, probably.

I passed out at 21h so now I’m wide awake.

Reminds me of those Atlanta days when I would always wake up between 3-4 in the morning. They claim anxiety or something. My shoulders were quite tense until I started building muscle on ‘em. Farming and climbing were to thank. The other night I was massaged by someone who allegedly used to massage ex Czech presidents (?) He diagnosed tightness in my shoulders and calves. That I’d benefit from deep tissue or hot stone. I wonder why the fuck he didn’t do that then… Do ex presidents prefer light tickle touches?