Every night a different retired speedy appears to you in your dreams. He begs to be released. Pleads with you to help him return to the mortal world. You wake up in a cold sweat.
You’re alone in your room watching the clock slowly count down. It reached midnight and you hear your roommate say “Happy New Year!” You’re alone. Didn’t your roommate leave for vacation? You hold yourself tighter and murmur softly, “Yes... happy new year...”
You cross the field, thinking it will be faster. You don’t seem to be any nearer to the end. You look back and notice you cannot see the HCC anymore. You look forward again and the CRC is still far away. Where are you?
You try to open the door to a piano practice room. It opens a little but something is blocking it. You press harder and something growls on the inside. You mutter an apology and close the door. A moment later you hear the piano being played.
You step up to put your dirty dishes on the carrousel at the greenery. You wait for an empty tray but there is none. You notice that there are more and more dishes. Where are they coming from?
You order a latte from Einstein’s. They tell you, “I’m sorry we cannot serve hot drinks.”
You ask for an ice latte instead.
They blink. “I’m sorry we cannot serve hot drinks.”
Do you remember when you joined Twitter? I do! It was the beginning of a sordid deal with the powers that be. To tell you all of coming doom, of the harbingers of turmoil that lurk. To warn you. To teach you. #MyTwitterAnniversary