as I passed beneath it

No warning flicker, just sudden absence

I stopped, waited, watched - testing fate

A hiss escaped the fixture overhead, angry as a cornered animal, before one final spasm of light surrendered to black

when I wasn’t looking

White rectangle with words that trembled across the page, as if whoever wrote them couldn’t keep their hand steady

Blue ink bleeding into the fibers, "You’ll drive farther than you think."

Nothing else

on the news last night

The anchor’s voice went flat and professional—the way they talk when they don’t want to scare viewers.

Twelve-year-old this time.

They showed his school picture: front teeth still growing in, eyes squinting against the flash.

They took a blade to the steering wheel. Carved a triangle with a circle through it. Like an eye staring back at me.

The leather is butter-soft. Probably cost more than most people’s cars. And someone just... carved into it. My boss at the car dealership is not happy.

Johnson didn’t care when I showed him. Martinez said I should get more sleep. But I know what I saw.

Here’s the thing that bothers me most. Nobody else even looked twice. Just me running my finger along those grooves.

I had bad dreams again last night

I kept hearing car engines outside my bedroom window. Like someone was sitting there in their car. Waiting

I woke up in a cold sweat at 3am. Went to the window expecting to see some creepy stalker in my driveway

Nothing there

Sold a Range Rover today in Dubai

Black beast. Leather seats that smelled like money

Some oil prince bought it. Cash deal. Done in five minutes

One more bundle of dirham from one more stranger I’ll forget by morning

you missed it

my book is off the internet

because summer is over

and so is your summer smile

there are hard questions to answer

like why the iphone air is not called "iphone 17 air"

and then there are questions on how to live

.
.

and theres nothing wrong about puppies

theyre cute

you want to stroke them

and cuddle with them

I didnt do anything special on sep 13 to accomplish that

i only did the following...

publish my PLD83 text as a tweet [1]

included a talking head video

marge:
i saved these for you bart
youll always have them to remind you of the time
when you were the whole worlds special little guy

bart:
thanks mom

lisa:
and now you can go back to just being you
instead of a one-dimensional character with a silly catchphrase

homer:
(leaning back on the couch)
(his elbow knocked over a lamp on a small blue table beside him)
(breaking it)

we are no longer together

but we actually had a good one-hour call about a week ago

and she is off the grid since saturday

but im still wishing her good health and fortune

its my brothers 40th birthday

and im invited

i know what happened

but i cannot tell you

when i went online for the first time

(thats 27 years ago)

it was the web1

and this week i felt like 15 again

look what i just found

hm... yum!

it was there on the street

hello

sorry to bother you

he says [1]

delivery takes a while, 9+ months

but the product so far has absolutely exceeded my expectations

what if laziness is a habit of

thinking about the cost of things (the effort)

instead of thinking about the payoff? [1]

what if you could reverse laziness...

it will make a difference in every department of your life

if youre willing to stand the backlash from normies...

those who take the well-established path
never deviate from the regular
and overall live a "coward life"

its those people who will defend the mainstream
battle others who take the uphill battle
and keep on marching left-right-left-right

a black woman was rotating on the spot

she was holding her black baby in her black hands

she smiled into the camera that her husband was operating

a snapshot of a happy life