I was trying to grab a cable out of the floorboards when I yanked too hard at the bundle of wires and accidentally unplugged the lines that some of my classmates were using. I quickly apologized before hurriedly reconnecting the whatever I could.

I brought my friends to a supermarket that I frequented. I wanted to show them the crepe station that was in the corner of the store but when we got there we found out that it was already closing time. The small cart usually serving samples was gone and the lights were turning off. We retraced our steps to meet back up with the rest of the group at the entrance.

I was watching a game of Starcraft. It was PvT and the Terran player had sent a large group of Marines against an army of Zealots. The game seemed to be over after all of the Zealots were wiped but they kept playing anyways. “What’s his plan?” I thought to myself. The Protoss quickly hit the supply cap again but his army didn’t look like it. Marines and Firebats made a beeline to the mineral line as the Protoss player failed to block off the ramp.

We were sitting at a table in a restaurant and the shelves on the wall were stocked with bags of “weed packs” which were bundles of various forms of cannabis.

A former Chinese leader was giving a speech by the shore concerning new territorial claims in nearby waters. “These outlying islands will be like a new Taiwan!” He announced as he pointed towards the sea, which was met with a lot of confused murmurs from the crowd. Suddenly there was a large bout of cheering as the crowd chanted “Welcome, Taiwan! Welcome, Taiwan!”

We had moved into a new place that was kind of like a service apartment. There was a large multi-tiered cabinet that occupied half of my room. One could pull out one half of the storage unit and jump into the middle of the shelves and drawers. I liked how discreet it felt to sort my stuff from the inside.

My brother and I were sharing a room and he took the bed while I was going to sleep on the floor. I unpacked a portable monitor and slid it underneath the raised bed frame. “What the hell is that?” He asked. “Oh it’s just a monitor.” “You brought that with you?” “It can fold up and doesn’t take much space” I explained.

I was at a high school reunion which took place in a garden venue. There were several long tables on the lawn with food already served but I hadn’t yet picked a seat. I received a few group chat notifications from Messenger on my phone but ignored them because I didn’t recognize the name nor profile picture.

I was lining up for a store along with my dad on a busy street. There was a commotion as someone rushed past us, crashing through the crowds as a person with a stun gun in hand chased after them. Someone took out a handgun. We immediately got onto the floor as two shots rang out. The man being chased and a police officer were both stunned. I thought it must’ve been an accident. Moments later a group of masked people carried their limp bodies away.

My brother had received a game invite via mail and I watched him take a lighter to it to burn the ink off. “Why did you do that?” I asked. He told me that he “[wasn’t] ready for it.” I sat behind him as he searched for an artist’s patreon account.