It's hotter than Hell outside with 20x's the humidity. I am losing the war against mosquitos and my body holds itchy mounds of each battle lost. My face has become permanently dirty, or is that a tan? I wander the streets for coffee in the morning, hide in my AC room during the day and escape again at night when the overbearing sun moves on to torture someone else's reality. I've bought myself a wicker fedora and braid my hair, my hopelessly romantic side envisioning the aesthetics of The Lover. I will stay hidden away today.