I walked outside to find the heat had not changed. It never would.
There were more pixels available this close to the equator.
Buildings were closer, clearer, clumsier. They were not ingrown; they were free.
Maybe it was the fog that improved visibility. Maybe it was my brain that had grown.
Apparently, the brain grows from lipid consumption.
And so I have a justifiable reason to continue eating cookies late at night.