Appetite for Distraction – Another Day.

He wakes up to aches and pains and kisses and he he can’t breathe through his nose so he can only breathe through his mouth and his eyes and his ears. Then it goes after he showers and drinks water and the sun comes up and his shoulders scream and he naps and eats a sandwich and snow is coming and the storm is coming and it feels warm later in the day when he walks home and the snow drifts gently down and he plays Flappy Bird and he hates it and he plays Candy Crush and he hates it and he plays Jelly Splash and he hates it but not enough to stop playing any of these games as he listens to NPR pledge drives begging for money and Ken Cucinelli on the side of privacy and against NSA spying and the desperate people of Homs used as examples of why invasion would be a good idea and his farts do not smell pleasant and he thinks he feels blood coming from somewhere inside him and he worries about his court date and he rejoices at his tiny tax return and he rejoices at the new credit card he has and he ignores the life insurance man who keeps calling and he misses his beard and he eats some cookies and an ice cream and he has a hot chocolate and he wonders at the staring eyes of the man he saw by the train earlier and hopes that he found a place to stay. Then he watches some more of Pandora’s Box an old German silent film that he has been watching which is entertaining and dark and complex and epic and melodramatic and he learns some more Spanish and French and he is determined to one day be fluent in a language other than the one he was born into and he cringes with embarrassment at his failure to communicate with someone in both those languages on Friday and then he lists more philosophers and then he decides not to explain that and even as he falls asleep the snow still has not begun to fall but it will fall and it will lay on the ground and everything will be covered in snow. He falls asleep.

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The Sleepcoat League

Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado.

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