brain farts
It was an odd thing, really. The future, the past, and everything in between. Woe! Woe was his fate and all the rest, etc etc, so and so. Well, that's what he thought. Perhaps it was true, perhaps not. Nevertheless, it let him in a tight spot. That spot being well, nothing else other than the present. Ah, what a wonderful time, they would say. Of course though, Jack didn't very well know who they were but that's what they would say about them who said about those who spoke of these people over here.
Again, tight spot! Very tight spot.
So he stayed in the present, enjoyed the present -- as much as someone such as himself could -- and. Waited.
Oh how he waited! Woe how he waited! Etc etc, something and something, so and so. He wasn't very sure what kept him in this spot though, save for the fact he woke up every day in it. Maybe he should move but that would require effort and motivation which were two things he was sorely lacking.
So he stayed. Stagnant and alone in a big empty house with a big empty mind and a big empty future. Still, it kept him safe which was all he ever wanted, wasn't it? Just a nice place to rest and nothing to do.
Too bad his wish was actually granted, hm?
Again, tight spot! Very tight spot.
So he stayed in the present, enjoyed the present -- as much as someone such as himself could -- and. Waited.
Oh how he waited! Woe how he waited! Etc etc, something and something, so and so. He wasn't very sure what kept him in this spot though, save for the fact he woke up every day in it. Maybe he should move but that would require effort and motivation which were two things he was sorely lacking.
So he stayed. Stagnant and alone in a big empty house with a big empty mind and a big empty future. Still, it kept him safe which was all he ever wanted, wasn't it? Just a nice place to rest and nothing to do.
Too bad his wish was actually granted, hm?