it has been a while since I've posted anything, so I will post something now.

this is a short story I wrote recently. it is called "sometimes i think that i might be able to stop thinking about my life from an externally damning point of view, but then i move two steps to the right and realize it is impossible."



There were people eating nachos with an increasing sense of urgency in the break room at JCPenney. Five people people were at the table, though only four were actually eating nachos. The fifth sat at an awkward distance from the table. He was a man. The distance between himself and the eaters implied that he was disgusted with the scene that was unfolding before his eyes, but his face expressed an attitude of benevolence. He was staring blankly at the light switch on the wall, wondering if the others could find some profound appreciation of eating in complete darkness. The woman to his left choked slightly on a sharp fractal of corn chip; she cleared her throat loudly and a small white fleck, imbedded with a brown spot, flew out of her open mouth and landed on another rising chip, quickly being devoured, but never fully digested.