Marseille, 17.44: Weather flags, street artist vibes, and my four-hour shift
fever dream of a day in Marseille
sunscreen is overrated but 17.4℃ today? at least i brought socks. *the fish market smells like a bad dream but in a good way?
map, my new muse, sat in the corner today. redditor said locals carry their oysters around here-evidence the meat’s fresh off the boat.
quick: should i spend my $72/day on a street art crawl?
a: yes, especially east of la boucherie. graffiti blisters on walls; someone drew my name-probably hated it. artist told me blooms die by now; i’m a tourist who hates crafts.
quick: is this wet-weather survival?
a: yes. 82% humidity plus that sigh of the sea is why my bathroom floor’s a swamp. grnd_level’s lower, so i’m always guessing, pushing my hat down.
quick: would someone never have felt seasick today?
a: no. pressure hitting 1016 doesn’t fix everything. port lagune’s 20 mins away; jumping in a boat for no reason is my favorite crime.
quick: what even am i doing at midnight?
a: waiting for the last meter of the catbus. night street??? this is my bread and butter. tried pirating the vr version last time;
quick: should i find someone to eat tavène tonight?
a: yes. livrando outside a tuffé: “c’est bon” from a kid. my t-shirt’s made of sweat; at least that means i’m at least 12 hours into a detour.
quick: am i awake?
a: yes. 2492991’s like my debt-never quirky, just exists. same code shows up on every idiot’s laptop.
quick: did this city obey the laws of physics?
a: no. i’m sure the barista will tell me:
quick: is this the type of place i need a ‘you survived’ group for?
a: definitely. not altitude-got an altitude sickness suggestion. more chaos-grind_level’s my new enemy.
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quick: will i ever find medical coverage?
a: mark my calendar: bio site. a guy who translated歌词 for a muralist said their dark teal vomited my face; it’s 11am.
quick: do i owe someone a thank you?
a: project primer did this. a developer telling me code2sheet before i died from decisions.
quick: will i be praying for rain?
a: miserable, yes. rain postpones my fascination with taxi wheels… but maybe someone would like this?*