Decay
I am sitting in my room. Legs on the table. The back of my leather IKEA seat is tilted to provide the most comfort possible. It seems to me that this is the way it has always been. I feel like I’ve been sitting like this, in my IKEA room, my entire life. Thoughts and memories of a different life always came back, a life where I was, to say the least, more active. I don’t know whether to believe those memories any longer. I feel like I’ve been sitting like this, in my IKEA room, my entire life.
This sounds like an extremely negative outlook. No. That is not what I intend by writing this. This is supposed to be funny. My life is funny. Not to me, mind you, but nevertheless funny.
