The memory of our love was apparent, but the image of our once strong union was disappearing, a four-dimensional canvas of sensory overload reduced to a fading slice of reminiscence, grainy and grayscaled, shrinking into oblivion with each passing day. She had been gone for half the year, but I was always losing her. Losing the image of a love I could never understand enough to tame.
In Reply to a Post About Being Caught Sleeping in my Office at 4am
- acswift said: So now what?
- theofficehobo: So now I write about it and wait to see if word gets out. Meanwhile, I'm sleeping just fine, thank you for asking!
- (Full write-up: http://the47thday.wordpress.com/2013/05/20/caught-sleeping-in-the-office/ )
