Tales From My Immediate Future

1.
I fought them kicking and screaming from under the covers, with my hand over my eyes, and my fingers pulling my hair. This life is over. They’re looking over my qualifications. I’m qualified. They want me wearing slacks and a shirt with a collar. Free time creative, becomes full time coffee breaker. Boring artist versus office sentiment. Anyways, they'll want to give me money. “Here’s some cash. We’ll give you more as you go along. Pay the debt you accumulated buying that expensive Super-8 camera you never got around to using. Or those computer program things you've been using to make music some people enjoy. Money you spent on clothes you couldn’t afford and meals with friends. You’ll have to stay a while if you want to pay it all off. And you do want that. Debt is sick.”

2.
I pull my warm head from beneath the covers. Why is she so ethereal all of a sudden? To cause distress? Maybe that’s a bit self-centered. I’ve tried to evoke responses from those I can’t see but crave. But I just don’t have that power. Not usually. I miss. Do they miss? Do they know? It’s hard. She was good to me before the sweet part of the secret was eaten by the lie.

3.
I’m up. For breakfast, cereal. These days are so good to me, because cereal is such a fulfilling experience now. 22 pool parties with a spoon. Crunchy optimism. My baggy loose cardigan is my personal napkin. It swoops and hangs while I wipe cereal milk and noodle soup into the forgiving fibers. Should I be embarrassed?

Unity - Blanks (Original Mix)