Exhaustion Smells Like Smog

Thick, billowing clouds of vehicular excretion pour into my nostrils, exemplifying the feelings that are already distorting their way through my virgin mind. My body is a factory, and it is asphyxiating the world. Even more tiring is the snow that falls all 'round me, piling up and chaining itself to my legs, keeping me tied to the earth. Silence. Dreadful silence compresses like an over-ripe fruit, squishing and squashing until I burst in one final fit of agony. So tired . . . so tired . . .