haskalmighty

So there I was, standing in my flooded living room, in what had once been a picturesque apartment community in a thriving metropolis. The proud city slowly gave way to a slouching, mealy-toothed beast of a rundown town. Which puts us back in my living room, laundry and dead insects playing across the surface of a low, steady lake of fetid water.

I had just started working again, not two weeks prior - at long last! I had settled, true, but i didn't hate my work, which i think is sufficiently to my credit. A restaurant. A restaurant! Indeed! I swore long ago to file 'restaurant work' along with such activities as 'severing my own head' and 'drinking sewage with the boys' in my long list of priorities. But i had taken the job, and i didn't hate it. There was no going back. I stood, resolutely, shin-deep in the rising tide of my apartment, determined that i would not, in any case, go back.

There was a girl. I liked her features, and i put forth a great deal of effort to find something else about her to like. Try as i might, i realize with a certain resignation that i will never love her. Where has she gone, i wonder? Where has the time gone? I looked at my watch, instinctively. What am i doing here, i asked my watch. The steady animation of the seconds slipping away, that was its reply. 'You are watching the time spin off into eternity', it said. 'You are a compilation of lost moments, forgotten memories. An anthology, one might say. Won't you die already? I have other wrists to attend to. Why must you turn every damn thing into some tragic internal struggle? Some people just want to know the time, and i should like to help those people and thereby fulfill my own function. Go on with thee!' Disgusted, i threw the watch into the pool of water in which i stood. I thought.

I wonder what the boys are up to, i thought. We used to have such jolly good times together. And it's not as if i couldn't drop in just now, and give a big hello and see how the cat-5 is hanging. But it seemed such a considerable distance, moreso than ever before, more than before i moved into town. I had lived an hour's drive and it hadn't seemed so hard then to take a little time out and drop by and squeeze the proverbial melon. I sat down, and the water eagerly soaked into my sweatpants; then, licking its liquid lips, into the deep portions of my undergarments.

That's it, i thought. I'm sick and tired of this bullshit. Is it too much to ask, for a dry bit of carpet on which to rest my weary ass?!?