He met him in the old building. A garish place, rebuilt after the war but never exactly how it was. John was his name. An older man wispy white hair and a slumped over slouch. Still even with these characteristics there was something young about him. He talked quick and...

Quan, he can’t remember where they met, but he thinks it was at an orientation. Not that they were going to work together or they didn’t know they would they were just paired together. In a group activity they clicked. Not that that meant anything for friendship but they were...

He didn’t remember how he had met Karina. They just sort of always hung out. First they worked together. That he knew was for two years. Then they lived together, but more he was living with her. She had bought the house he just paid rent. Which was nice. Did...

That time in college all seemed to blend together. Summer after summer year after year. One big mass that he held in the back of his head. And on his phone. His group chat continued the party after college. Or that’s what the caption said anyway. Most of them last...

There were other possibilities to his life. He imagined them at some times when he laid in bed. That summer when he swam laps around that pool. He had dreams of doing an iron man. He wondered if in some ways he was trying to out swim the loneliness. That...

College gave him other possibilities but also reinforced where he was in the world. He watched people study abroad or go on ski trips and he realized that would never really be him. 

Just like high school an invisible line was drawn. But unlike high school it also felt like...

He can’t remember if it was a true memory or one of those things people have told you so much that you sort of just make it a memory. But when his mom would drive him to school she always played different music. Prince some days Creed other days different...

Chip wanted to shake the kid. Wanted to yell in his face. “ don’t you know this whole place is gunna blow? Don’t you know it’s all gunna burn. Wipe that fucking smug look off your face and say something you actually think. Anything anything.”

Instead he just looked at his...

"There were other possibilities though too." His uncle would say as if he was some one else.

"There's a rise in sort of pharmecueticals, you know to make you happy or something, so that could also be the reason."

"Reason for..."

"The reason you see people a bit un-happy. What about you when...

When he got into the car he sort of jumped. The music he was listening to early startled him. Loud and fast he had been driving for 30 minutes or something so he had built up into a drop of one his favorite songs.

Although now he didn’t like it so...