It was only on that day, seated with a couple of friends after an acid trip, that I realized we were dead: Graduated, but with no ideas for the future. Not wanting to remember the past and with no desire in the present. What was left to do, after what appeared to be long hours of silence was to watch something on TV while we waited for death to come.
But isn't that what we're all doing?
YOU ARE READING
The Chronicles of Decay
Short StoryA series of chronicles about daily life by David Conatus.
