I will glue myself to the floor and attack watermelons — it’s cool! Everybody’s doing it. Peer pressure.

My apartment is shrouded in pollen. I pretend not to know what it is that I’m breathing, but somehow that doesn’t help. I would wear a surgical mask, but that would just look silly.

I would run to escape it, but it seems that the entire state of California is layered in a fine yellow dust.

It reminds me of protein.

(vector_black pollen simulator)