I’m convinced that I was supposed to be born earlier than I was. I don’t get where we are now. How we’re all stuck in the places we’ve got stuck in. It’s all just so predictable.
Stay. Stay in one place and don’t move. Stick. Stuck.
This guy I’m ‘seeing’ - he’s stuck. But I get the feeling that it wasn’t always like this. He was brilliant once, you can see that spark. He created. But not now. He’s joined the stuck. Slopping about in the cesspool they’ve created for themselves from their iPhone’s manufactured in China. Stuck in the digi-crap.
He made me beans for supper. Not even on toast, just the beans. Heated up in the microwave. Snack pot.
That’s what we’ve come to. Snack pots.