Camp

I sit, back against the wall, buttocks on the back rest of the coach, with my headphones in blaring awesome music, watching them play poker, making noise, which sort of suites the mood I'm in. I don't know to explain it. It gives me a sense of reality, or separation? I can't put a word to it. Like there are two separate lives going on, one in my head and one of my physical being, and it's easy to cross from one side to the other: it's just a matter of taking off and putting on my headphones.

Interesting