nistera
I'm using one. For my laptop. It's not the most interesting thing ever, but it gets the job done. Good for pounding out my frustrations on with my fists, for banging my head against once I feel like my skull is going to explode from studying, for ranting away my anger over dinner to an audience as enraptured by my fury as I was by the idiocy of the subject matter.
He's carrying around sheets of paper, so many that I'm afraid they're going to fly away as the first hint of a breeze. It would be almost tragic, as if those sheets represented his life and longings, that their fluttering up and away would come to mean the loss of his everything.
I know I'm not the tallest, but sitting in the window overlooking the steady stream of students walk by, I feel like I am. They take up a mere inch of space between the index and thumb; I feel like I could squash them like a bug.
I walked to the store and saw him there. I don't know if I was ready or not, but all the same, I guess it doesn't matter. Confronted with this issue I continued on by, saying a brief if meaningful "Hey". He said the same in return, and I smirked knowing I was over him.