Because after a few hours riding buses, exposed and overstimulated, I wish so hard i could crawl into a sleeping bag in a cozy soundproof closet made for one (me!) and spend at least an hour alone — UNPERCEIVED — picking scabs off my head and EATING them. Crunchy salty skinny crusty SCABS. My own crystallized blood and pus formations. Turning my fingernails into filthy nightmares.
