I still can’t shake the ephemera. Though I’m not actually trying. That could serve as a problem. Minimalist desk? Check. Updated to-do? Check. Sense of self-loathing? Of course. Tasty ale? Always. Addiction to technology and time-bound readings? Still.
A trip to Philadelphia was planned. The adults would take a Saturday night in March and make it a memory. He had been acquainted with the band since 2005. Almost 7 years now. Seven years. The past four had gone so fast that it saddened him. And he had to stop for a second and think. But then the tea said hello and reminded him of the real purpose. Or at least a mimeograph of it. On second thought, it was certainly a mimeograph. Delusion shouldn’t be let in so easily. I tried to see the difference between the selves but it required too much consciousness. Which is finite and requires refueling approximately once every 17 hours. Then the clock struck 8.01pm and he realized where his 16 months had gone. They had been stolen by the suburbs.
