Category: Altered States

“Agitation.”

“The power is cut off for some reason, thereby shutting off any internal electricy such as light, cooking, and air flow modulation – and neighboring smells increase and come into my unit from all atound due to the construction zones large air large hole’s suction below.

“That this once pleasant unit is the one that I had specifically chosen when forced out of my home in desperation?

And now my body and all of my belongings are ash tray soak-choked, while I am offered the pittance of a smaller unit, further displacement into undesirable orientation and more exposure to increased road noise and infiltration of privacy without any loss compensation?

BTW, what’s to stop the same issue from happening at the “new” unit, when the untended factors are still going unaddressed in their influence?”

“I figured out why the ash smell is getting pulled into my unit, but not the source of the smell.”

“But this is intolerable ‘cruelty.'”

“The air filter draws in more fumes, and the boxes absorbed so much..

Inside cabinets in kitchen and bathroom…

Inside closet and flowing thrrough any wall opening and door/windows opening.

So much for this being a non-smoking community.

The clogging stench of ash tray reek is suffocating.

I feel quite illl near to vomiting, now frequently.

I need to leave – escape to better lodgings.

Yet, still, I keep unpacking and sorting.

Don’t people throw away everything once it’s exposed like this?

I can’t, but keep on dealing with this..”

(Title of multiple meanings)

“They were tying up my injured wings, anyway.”

“To get it, they limit your income, keeping your nose pressed down into poverty – and take it away the moment you make anything beyond that penance limit.”

“Struggle and toil…

Struggle and toil…”

“It is difficult to be anyone’s priority when one has always been seen as their provider.”

“If those bouncing springs above me are a couch or a bed’s mattress being bounced upon, but either way…”