Silhouettes of resignation in the penetrating glow of late afternoon. The transmutations of sundaes into hypertension with the alchemy of alcohol and lies. The polite decline of faire memories, belatedly. Amphetamine naps, and the ache of old age whisked together with overuse failure. The next day, An Other has negotiated to do it all again next week. In an amusing display of role-reversal, I am made aware as an Object afterthought.

5:03 p.m. - 2022-09-29