seaweary
The executive is lauded as the new warrior or leader of our time, a modern count or duke or baron to replace the old aristocracy. But he's really nothing more than the same old salesman, dressed up and sitting in a corner office.
The world gradually begins to lose shape. A collection of pixels on your screen, memory-substitutes for a time that doesn't have the time for memories. Your tumblr is now your life experience.
in the end it did not matter who he was or who he was speaking to, only that they were there and that he was speaking. he did not have much to say. one foot lodged behind the other, scratching. a hand at an ear. the fall of hair into the eyes that itched horribly and uncontrollably when at any other time he would not notice it. his voice came out stuttering as if it was tripping over its own feet