today my company arrives in the form of a deconstructed bowl of cereal. dry bowl of cereal. glass of unsweetened soy milk from a carton, later sweetened with agave nectar. eating like this is slow and tedious.
several things have happened in the past few days. i find that these incidences appear augmented through a glass of the present, slightly ballooned in the middle. had it a face the nose would be twice as largelarge and the cheeks would swell; fat plums in the summer. truthfully nothing of note has happened. until now i have said many awful, honest things, but have remained unapologetic about them. i hardly see this changing in the near future.
for now i seek new employment, but there is no rush. i am starting to savour the taste of isolation in my room again.
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