periscii (n.)- inhabitants of the polar circles; during summer-time, their shadows make a complete revolution
it’s 6:30 in the morning.
his room is a sludge of cigarette butts drowned in gin bottles like a saturated mountain of hopelessness. newspapers scatter the floor, the sink piled up with dishes reeking of mold & stench of rotting lunch. it’s a mess. he’s nothing but a mess.