Wednesday, August 28

YEAR:  2019 | Tags:  | | |

Arcada, 11:27


I have sat through two meetings, and the last, with Christa and Micke made me want to wake up and find myself driving towards the North Shore. Not their fault at all. I had sudden meeting fatigue and found myself wanting to do the things that needed doing right now.

I walk back along the corridor and turn round to look back, under the impression that someone wants to talk to me. They don’t exist, let alone have conversation in mind. I notice the people who do exist walking up and down.

I must have psychic powers because in less than twenty seven minutes a bunch of new students will want to talk to me.