Prediction: This is going to be a year.
There will be many days and hours and minutes.
You’ll lose track of it all and be very confused.
You will conquer all of your demons. But they will all be
resurrected, a process that you yourself will oversee.
You will go somewhere, then you will come back again, and
then you’ll pass out fully-dressed on the couch with the television on, waking up later with a mysterious stain on your shirt, and an unfamiliar phone number written in black ink on your hand, but the numbers will be blurred, leaving you with an acute sense of missed opportunity.
You will have the feeling that you are being watched. You probably are.
You will secretly, and in great detail, plot the murder of a
co-worker.
You will be in a car, and you will wish very hard that this car could
take you somewhere other than the place you are actually going. Then you will end up at work.
Orgasms will happen.
That thing you always wanted to happen will happen, but it
won’t be as good as you thought it would be.
Something that you never expected to happen will happen, and
it will be fantastic.
You will wake up, and wonder if you are dreaming.
Other things will happen.
Nothing will happen.
There will be words and words and more words and crying and
flesh and smiles.
We are living in a golden age of days running one into another.
Have fun with it, if you can.
