the room looks vaguely like something out of brazil, all exposed heating ducts and rough white walls. the professor is definitiely not innocuous in any way, shape or form. the assignment is daunting to say the least. my brain hurts.

but i did laundry yesterday.

there's a feeling peculiar to clean towels. clean sheets have something of the same effect, but towels are a texture unto themselves. it's a pure, deep softness made sweeter by the rough edges of each little twisted, loopy strand. the slight crunch of philadelphia water paired with a glaring lack of fabric softener, giving way to the simple comfort of something soft against wet skin. almost inherently warm. reminiscent of five-year-old clamberings out of a tub long since gone lukewarm, pruney toes burrowing into the bathroom rug and a total envelopment in detergent-scented darkness.
mmm...