the taxi is going very fast. i sink into the back seat and fish my cell phone out of my briefcase. i call john. he is not home. soon i will be home. and then i will be here.
and the memories and ghosts can sit all night in my apartment. i am busy. let them wait. let them sleep. let them rest. i dont have any idea what happens next and as i decay, i dont care much either.
the taxi is going very fast. the circle is almost complete. i cover my eyes.