Somewhere in a Parallel, Sweaty Demension/ A Sweaty Walk, A Warp Whole

I've been trying to make a habit of going to the library, signing into a study room, and spending three hours writing.... or at least trying to... and not everyday either... just some days ...and in no particular schedule..

So on my walk to the library today, i felt swept up by something.. walking on Wood Avenue, with the traffic of NJ 3 west running alongside, up the sneak incline, with no tree lining this path and my skin as the sole sponge for all the sun, I felt like I was walking to the school center in Heredia, Costa Rica. All the sweat that threatened to drop from the smothered shaded places , dripped in shiny lines off the side of my face, ran down my neck and back made pit stains that took too long to dry in the rainy season humidity. The entire way up from the sup to the school was one sneak incline.. and by sneak I mean Its have my legs and lungs burning , always unexpectedly, and always while the sun beat and even the wind sought shade.

In Secaucus, I know that when I reach the overpass, I can look forward to breeze, and some rustling trees, the same way I knew that once I reached El Estadio Rosbal en Heredia, I could look forward to unabashed wind that swept the landscape unlike anywhere else, and even without trees. I'd only been inside the stadium twice , and both times I went, I ate stuffed churros, and both times I was glad I did.

I bring snacks with me to the library, and even though I know we're not allowed to eat here, I bring them because food is always a good incentive. I bring fig newton bars ,(I owe it to my granny for my love of fig newtons) When I get into the library, I hide my sweat stains with with a cardigan, the only thing that remains uncovered are the darkened dots on my stomach, that look like I had dribbled fat water droplets from my sloppy mouth. When I'd get to the center in Heredia, pass the line of people waiting for the buses to Mercedes Norte,push my hand through the black steel gate to ring the doorbell, and have my one two favorite people, either Gil or Oscar open the door with the switch by their office desks I'd enter, say my rounds of good mornings and thanks you's ,drop my bag and get to my favorite bathroom outside, where I'd survey the damage. It'd always be bad. but someone would always walk in before me, or after me and we'd have identical pit stains, and that'd make it be alright.

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