mid-workout, I space out toward the mirror in front of me.

a woman enters my peripheral, but I’m staring at the space next to her by a safe margin; phew.

an awkward moment circumvented, but I still want chocolate -

the chocolate I was thinking of buying before my workout.

an extra 5 - no, possibly 7.83 more minutes for a paltry bar of chocolate?

yes, I weighed the effort and the reward.

as usual, the activation energy for this activity towered my reserves.


gym to home is a blur. I still want dessert.

i cooked - applaud me. Oats and minced chicken,

but you would’ve thought it to be porridge.

it’s pure genius that I cooked the chicken exactly to the colour of the burnt oats.

intentional, artful, genius. How are you going to refute that anyway?

dinner, coffee, and DESSERT. I WANT DESSERT.


i simultaneously heat my dinner and make my french press coffee.

peak efficiency, like the scheduling algorithm for a multicore operating system -

is what I think to myself gazing at the tens of utensils in the sink I used to make the bloody oats.

not to mention the spillage stains on the kitchen counter.

phone out, I look for the cheapest sweet item.

yeah, I already spent too much today.


apple pie’s on an offer but the clock strikes seven and the offer vanishes.

signs from the universe; maybe I shouldn’t eat more, spend more.

I turn the fan on because I’ve been ignoring the heat too long

to focus on optimizing for the best value dessert.

heavy rain transpires and I couldn’t force the poor delivery person through the storm.

signs from the universe; maybe I shouldn’t eat more, spen- no wait; it’s just the sound of the fan.


i’ve been deciding too long, just order already.

brownie from a well-respected bakery. It ought to be good, don’t think.

shower, finally.


~! A wave of loneliness hits. !~

i feel a physical drainage of life from my brain.

what does it take to be able to connect with others.

is there no one.

why is there a cubicle surrounding my sole existence.

i am longing…

gotta write this down, write this down -

mid-workout, I space out tow ~~~~~ !!!

this brownie is painfully average.