37.4 degrees
On the world map, that’s a few miles off the coast of El-Jazair.
I’ve never been there, but my temperature has. At least, on it’s way down.
Which means I’ve been all the way up to the town of Benicarlo near Valencia (40++ degrees), down to somewhere off the coast of Gandia (39++) and afloat on the Mediterranean sea (38++).
Illness, nothing is so self-absorbing as that. (Except maybe being in love.) It’s our body screaming for attention. The heat of its self watching itself burning you up from inside. Look away and die.
I’ve never been there, but my temperature has. At least, on it’s way down.
Which means I’ve been all the way up to the town of Benicarlo near Valencia (40++ degrees), down to somewhere off the coast of Gandia (39++) and afloat on the Mediterranean sea (38++).
Illness, nothing is so self-absorbing as that. (Except maybe being in love.) It’s our body screaming for attention. The heat of its self watching itself burning you up from inside. Look away and die.
posted by pro at 11:41
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