So far below an acceptable standard that it doesn’t even qualify as failure.

He’d finally reached a minimum level of accommodation to his perception of reality.

TEN REASONS WHY!
1) xxxxx
2) something else
3) # three of ten
4) etc.
5) death
6) something more upbeat
8

A grey, windy, wet morning—beautiful and alive in a way a more perfect one could never be.

Something else you said… it left a bad feeling. I’m trying to remember what it was. I meant to get back to it—on account of not wanting my emotions to send destructive signals to my body. Like right now, I’m… rather than letting go, I’m nursing my resentment, which if I’m not careful—
Cancer.
Bingo. Or ignoring it—
Auto-immune.
Exactly. Which leaves us…
Heart attack—of course.

51/49, 50% of the time.

When I mentioned that even in the absence of an actual box, you could draw a box on the floor and your cat would sit in it, she burst into tears. I can’t stand it she said. That’s too sad. I don’t think that’s sad at all, I said. I think it’s miraculous.

Popular culture has been slowly preparing us for an unbearable future.

With a year of hard work my project has grown from grandiose fantasy to lackluster reality.

The workings of mathematics, never fathomable, in the middle of the night became a source of terror.

Everything I’ve lost, I want back.
Except for the bad parts; those you can keep.

The possibility of something else entirely.
To be nothing. To be as nothing.

Things seem to be picking up at the shop.
Three jobs today.
Total billable hours: .75.
Thy will be done.