and i spent it climbing stairs with lihui.

as i sit my sore thighs down, i realised how ludicrous a way this is to spend a perfectly fine opening to the weekend. how painful an idea, and how absurd to see it through.

yet i can’t think of many things comparable to the perspiration-tainted smugness that swells up when we sit at the basketball court post-stairs.

perhaps there are indeed only two kinds of people in this world – those are climb stairs and those who don’t.