it’s like when you’re at a stoplight, and the person next to you has their hip hop music playing too loud and you can feel the bass.

it’s like when you lean against dryer and it’s still running.

it’s like when you start a car with a diesel engine.

and it’s like being pushed into a cardboard box that you don’t fit in, panic embracing you.

it’s everything all at once. i don’t think there’s anyway i could truly explain it.