06.27.2002 || 01h54

Samuel Butler and humid nights

To-night, my sweat stains my skin almost to obscurity beneath, and even the sky seems to be suffering, weighed down by a humidity that the rain just couldn't wash away.

To-night, I went to a party and sweltered even though the window was blowing in as hard as it could.

To-night, I spoke to Luv, then my battery died, and I wondered if she was as hot and droopy as I am.

To-night, the air is so oppressive that I want to stand on the roof and shout out, an echo of Samuel Butler's 'O God! O Montreal!'



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