CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He wasn't paying much attention to what he was eating. He was too busy clicking refresh on his favourite message board. He did not register that he was dipping his plate. He barely realised that the onions had fell on the floor. He just looked at them, looked through them. There was a time when this would have made him angry. He felt nothing. He picked them up and threw them in the bin. It was when he sat back down that the cheese slid off his plate. He grabbed for it, a reflex, but a clumsly reflex as it slid between his fingers. He caught it between his legs and picked it up.
He was feeling anger now, as he realised what his life was reduced to. Groping for cheese. That was all he is. That is all he ever will be. He thought of stabbing himself with his fork, but it was a vague, tired thought. Everything about him was vague and tired.
He clicked refresh again. He ate his cheese.
He was feeling anger now, as he realised what his life was reduced to. Groping for cheese. That was all he is. That is all he ever will be. He thought of stabbing himself with his fork, but it was a vague, tired thought. Everything about him was vague and tired.
He clicked refresh again. He ate his cheese.
