November 19, 2016

I drove and parked our RV in an alley next to the church on the cliff overlooking the Mediterranean coast. When I stepped out, I asked an old man how he had been doing. He asked us how advanced calculators became in the year 2016 and I told him that we were long past that. It was currently the mid-90s.

My friend decided to take a selfie and send it to me through Snapchat. I finally knew why I had been receiving cryptic and distorted snaps from unknown sources a couple of weeks ago.

We were rifling through the empty house and stuffing love letters into the drawers of the blue wooden desk. “League is trash” I commented, to which someone else said that even though it took them an extra year to realize it, by the year 2013, they agreed.