Let it flow, let it flow

He awoke early that morning. With nothing in particular to do that day, he decided to take a nice morning stroll, see the city in the morning light. It all looked different, the shadows all pointing in strange directions and the people elsewhere, like an alternate version of things ordinary

On a whim, he decided to enter the park, and there he saw something he’d never seen before. The sprinklers were all active, spraying water hither and dither, forming an almost – but not quite – interlocking chain of airborne wetness, moving in synchronized patterns

Smiling, he knew his many hours of puzzle gaming would finally come in handy

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Jump around, jump around

“What are these things we are putting into boxes, anyway?”

“Storage solutions. I found I have too many of them, and have to file them away for later use”

“Hold on. So you are saying that”

“Don’t say it”

“We’re packing things which you pack things into into boxes. Should we ever need to pack a large number of things into other things, we will only need to unpack these boxes”

“You said it”

“Y’know”

“Please don’t say it”

“There’s a lot to unpack here”

“There’s still three more rooms to go”

“Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin”

And thus it slipped away

She had always thought herself in tune with the youngsters, ever updated about the what’s what in the new new. This had carried across time and media – phones, television, cell phones, computers, smart phones and so on. The key had been to simply surround herself with young ones and do as they did; easy enough for a teacher to do, once it got going. But now, she found herself stumped, utterly flummoxed, baffled as a scientist looking at a fragment of science news reporting. It was a small thing, yet it suggested a gap so profound as to be abyssal:

“Yeet”

Sounds familiar

His feet ached. He had walked all day, following some vague instinct brought about through a particular shading in the early morning light; with certainty, he had felt that this was a day for walking, following the whims of winds and fancy. Some of the places he ended up he had seen before, some not; mostly, the seeing happened from a new angle, from the perspective of spatial relations newly uncovered

Alas, the abstract infinite wanderlust eventually gave way to the slightly more finite, concrete aching of feet. Seeking someplace to rest, he spotted a church with its doors open. Some sort of service seemed to be going on inside, propelling his mixture of curiosity and ache. Sneaking a seat in the back, he sat and let the choir wash over him

In his peculiar state, he felt connected to something. Suddenly, the world seemed slightly larger than it had just that morning

A hard day’s night

Today was A Day

Overslept? Did. Parking spot? Taken. Job application? Denied. Rain? Poured. Umbrella? Leaked. Friend request? Ignored. Borrowed VHS tape? Unrewound. Library book? Overdue. Important mail? Lost in transit. Date suggestion? Noped. Safety backup? Obsolete. Phone battery? Drained. That really good tweet? One fav. The attempted joeks? Flat. Notre Dame? Burned. Evening meal? Also burned. Relaxing computer game? Sudden unknown unspecified error

Aye, today was A Day

Suddenly, it happened. Ten kilos of unrelenting affection flomped atop our protagonist, purring with unprecedented vigor, as if to say: despair not, for there are still cats, right here, right now

The rarest of finds

He couldn’t believe his ears. Was this actually happening? Had he heard correctly? Was this the thing in itself, unabashed, without layers and layers of intermediaries? Was this the golden opportunity of a lifetime simply appearing, despite remaining elusive for so many years? Was this the end of the long search?

He knew he had to handle this carefully. One wrong move could squander the whole thing, leaving him back at square one again. Cautiously, as gently as possible, he phrased the question that would allow him to talk to an actual, real-life youtube commenter:

“So, how’s it going?”

You have but to ask

“Could you pass the salt?”

“Actually, I’d much rather you and I run away on a romantic escapade, eloping into days and nights of adventures unknown and probably best left untold. We could explore the world and get to know each other as we’ve never known anyone else before. Imagine – Paris, Rome, Prague, big cities and tiny villages, and trains and candle-lit dinners and possibly also the holding of hands in the moonlight”

“I mean, I’m down with it if you are”

“We should probably finish this meal first. But then, off we go”

“With a spring in our step”