I can’t believe they threw me away. Why now? Months of ambivalence ended with a casual toss. It’s fitting, really. Do you know what it feels like to be cold, saturated and rotting, flying through the air staring square at your mundane fate? Yeah, it’s exactly how you think it would feel, but suckier and with wind. I never considered the wind when picturing this moment, but it was all I could feel. And now I feel nothing.

I wonder what’s touching me.

I am trying to feel what Darrell feels, see what Darrell sees.

This weekend I ventured out of the sink. And look what I found. A skateboard. And with my long legs and feet I’m going to pop a sweet kick flip. Sigh. This is just as disappointing as being in the sink.