--I read some of that *30* thing you do. You do a lot
of drugs, don't you.
--Uh... no....
--Oh-kaaay.... Whaaat-ever....
-- Conversation w/some guy I barely know.
And, yes, she's still on the
grid.
Sitting, cross-legged, angry,
bored, on the grid.
She's resting her chin in
the palms of her hands. Her elbows are on her legs.
And:
In front of her, the grid.
Behind her, the grid.
Left and right, the grid.
Above her, black.
And she's been sitting here
for a while.
She gave up walking, a long
time ago.
For a while, she walked,
then she sat-- much like this, in fact. But then she would walk again.
Now, screw walking.
Now, she's just sitting.
If something's going to
happen, it will happen. If something's not going to happen, it won't
happen. She's philosophical.
As far as she can tell,
she's been here for months. Except that sometimes it feels like days.
She doesn't have to eat,
sleep, or pee.
She's not getting any younger,
and she's not getting any older.
So, as far as she's concerned,
she can stay here for as long as it takes.
So, now she's sitting.
Sitting and waiting, and
kind of bored. And kind of angry.
Well, that's about that.
That's all for today. Nothing more to report.
Nothing interesting going
on, here.
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