been thinking about 2am toast. not the cute avo toast with everything bagel seasoning. i mean the sad white bread you found in the back of the freezer. you toast it twice because the first round didn't feel crispy enough. then you just... stand in the dark kitchen staring at the microwave clock while you eat it. there's something honest about that. no aesthetic. no audience. just you and your questionable life choices at an hour when the convenience store is the only other place with lights on.
