On the 27th floor I saw a butterfly on the other side of my glass wall. I wondered how it could've ever gotten so high. I thought of a story of a window cleaner who was also a butterfly collector who had brought it with them up to work. And for some reason they had released it into the air.
I looked for window cleaners but couldn't see any. I went down to the . I wasn't hungry but I could go for a smoothie. I got a green juice.
I sipped this while staring out into the street. Some man was walking around with a drenched tan t shirt trying to get into the store. One of the security guards turned them away. I watched this while throwing back some of this green sludge and thinking about a video where he says competition is for losers.
Once my bottle was empty I went back upstairs and I looked for the butterfly. It wasn't there. I turned on again.
I looked for window cleaners but couldn't see any. I went down to the . I wasn't hungry but I could go for a smoothie. I got a green juice.
I sipped this while staring out into the street. Some man was walking around with a drenched tan t shirt trying to get into the store. One of the security guards turned them away. I watched this while throwing back some of this green sludge and thinking about a video where he says competition is for losers.
Once my bottle was empty I went back upstairs and I looked for the butterfly. It wasn't there. I turned on again.