I was playing Smash 64 with my brother. It had been so long since I played on an N64 that I forgot how to properly hold the controller. I fell off of the stage a few times as Link before switching to Samus.

A friend had invited me to hang out and I thought we were going together but he left the house much earlier than I expected. It was already nearing 6 PM and it would take at least an hour if I was to take transit. I didn’t really want to drive but I felt I didn’t really have a choice.

I needed to go to class except when I stepped out of the door I was already on the second floor of my middle school. I didn’t take the time to check the weather before heading out and I was halfway down the stairs when I realized that I was severely overdressed. I stopped by some friends who were chatting by the front gate until I glanced at my watch and saw that I needed to leave immediately if I wanted to arrive on time.

It was late at night and someone invited me to head up to the observatory. I accepted the offer without much thought before they revealed that they already had a group and that I would have to drive up separately. I got out my phone to see that it was at least an hour away by car. There were a few recommended routes and I showed them my phone to ask which one they would suggest, “…for traffic reasons”, I clarified. They looked at me like I was stupid. “The trains aren’t even running at this time.” they said, suggesting that the city was basically a ghost town at this time of night. “Oh… right.” I said.

I was on stage with my friends and we were performing to a large outdoor crowd. I was among the few who were in charge of the taiko drums. People in the audience were waving around giant red and blue banners and my friends were betting on which side was going to “win”. All of a sudden large metal gates started swinging inwards in a wave-like fashion from the back of the crowd to all around the stage. Someone said it was for our safety.

I checked into the hotel with my dad and the room keys were loaded onto an app on our phones. My parents were getting ready to head to a street demonstration and we sat in the lobby as they showed me on their phone where they were going. I couldn’t recognize the place from Google Streetview but apparently there was a McDonalds tucked in between two buildings there.

I was playing Deadlock and my game crashed so I decided to stop for the day. I took the elevator to head to our other apartment but when I got to the ground floor I realized I had forgotten my keys and had to go back upstairs to get them.

I was playing a game of Deadlock on a map that was set late at night. I chased a Mo & Krill down a street lit up by sodium street lamps.

The party at a friend’s house was winding down and they offered to let me nap until 11 if needed one before going home. I was so exhausted that I curled up into a ball on the floor, barely covering myself with a towel.

I was preparing a bath an before class with some friends. Someone quipped about how when we were gone, it would be like “none of us were ever here”. Like the dirt on our skin, evidence of our individual existences will also one day be washed away. “Uhh… based?” someone said. “What is the date anyways?” I asked. I knew that classes were supposed to start sometime mid-June. The month was already nearly over. We were much later than I expected.