Afternoon rhythm

My bus home comes by once an hour. If I let class out five mins early and rush I can make it. But I don't like to let class out early and definitely don't like to rush anywhere ever. So I hobble up the street to a deli, have half a sandwich and coffee, read my Kindle and catch the next bus. This is the perfect lowkey mellow way to be after a strenuous class.

It reminds me how good my life can be even in this insane asylum called Western culture.