August 16, 2025

I was sitting on the bus with a friend as we headed to her new place. She took a photo of a couple of strangers outside the window and asked me if she should post it to her Instagram or Discord server. I picked her Instagram. “Okay whatever you say,” she said.

“Well, you asked.”

“Not like you can see either of them,” she said.

My parents had joined us to check out the new condo and were shocked by its sheer size the instant we stepped inside. The rooms seemed to stretch on forever. Our eyes finally adjusted after a few minutes but the place still seemed very large. My mom asked if my friend and I would be sharing a bed. She quickly butted in to say that she’d get spooked in the morning if we did. My dad commented on how it was getting awkward.

My dad and I walked towards the end of the main hall to peek into each room. There wasn’t a single room without a bed. Some of the couch armrests had landline phones hidden underneath them.

I was driving a forklift up an incline in the city. After making a right turn I had somehow ended up on the left side of the road. It occurred to me that a forklift was large enough that people on the road would treat it as a regular vehicle and that I was now going against traffic.

My friends were planning to organize a jam session but because some of them had to leave early, I was assigned to take over some of their responsibilities. They wanted me to drop off some stuff at their old place that they had just recently moved from.