January 13, 2016

My mom asked me if I was going to eat at [some mall] anytime soon. “If you do, you can go early and buy an old computer while you’re there!” she added while holding up an advertisement/coupon that was pasted on the inside of an old desktop tower. “That’s a bad idea” my father countered. I told them that I wasn’t so easily swayed by advertising anyways.

My dad grabbed my wrist and turned it in an attempt to see the scar under my watch. I kept twisting in the other direction in an attempt to not spill the cup of hot liquid in my hand.

There was a music video playing on the TV. It was in Japanese and featured two dancing humanoid robots in a warehouse in the middle of the day. They cried rust.