Filthy Pov Page

You walk through the world trying to stay clean. You hold your breath near dumpsters. You use a paper towel to touch the gas pump.

It’s the only way to live without going crazy. filthy pov

Give me the sticky floor of a dive bar. Give me the mystery stain on the bus seat. Give me the gummy residue on a library book cover. That’s texture. That’s history. You walk through the world trying to stay clean

I lick my finger to turn the page.

And honestly?

Filthy is the knowledge of it.