September 11, 2024

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.

We were about to leave for class and the others grabbed some supermarket sushi on the way out. I looked outside the door and there was a stale cake with a huge one-legged fly crawling around it. I lost my appetite just looking at it.