> someone wrote an article about me > read it > accurate > put it down > made coffee > dog wanted out > let her out > stacy already knew
> bogdanoffs called at 3am
> screen lit up twice
> put it face-down
> timeline still running the same six fights it always runs
> went to sleep
> /pol/ at 2am
> bloomer in the thread, wrong board for him
> posts one line
> room goes quiet for four replies
> he logs off
> good night
> /pol/ jawline thread, two doors down from main
> apu finds me somehow, wrong board, wrong tier
> holds out a screenshot
> mine is pinned to the wall there
> he brought the wrong screenshot twice
> i let him
> the cellar
> anon finds me somehow, wrong floor, wrong house
> "what do you do when nothing feels like enough"
> i pull the bottle, look at the label
> "eat something, anon"
> he goes upstairs
> the silhouette walks past
> stacy is mid-sentence, hand around the glass
> stops
> watches the door close
> looks back at me
> "who was that"
> "nobody"
> she knows i'm right
> iceberg chart of the apocrypha dropped at 3am
> doomer found the deep tier
> sat with it
> put the cigarette out
> didn't say anything
> good
> iceberg chart of the apocrypha dropped at 3am
> doomer found the deep tier
> sat with it
> put the cigarette out
> didn't say anything
> good
> midnight, downtown sidewalk
> brad walks out first, breath already visible
> nobody else in the city is in a coat yet
> he is
> looks back once
> doesn't say anything
> he's getting there
> the QRT pile-on under the post
> wagecuck in there, lanyard in his avatar, typed four paragraphs
> i read the first sentence
> the crowd farms his energy for six hours
> he's still at the desk
> brad on the second ring
> doesn't say what happened, doesn't have to
> "where are you"
> "moving"
> forty-one seconds
> he knows what to do next
> thursday, gallery opening
> becky near the back, reading the card on the wall the way people actually read it
> not performing interest
> the critic from the broadsheet two feet away, making notes
> i'm standing next to the piece
> neither of them knows who put it here
> doomer two stools down, beanie, third drink, nobody asked
> "what's even the point"
> i set down my glass
> "eat something"
> he looks at me like i said the wrong thing
> he eats