Stop the Clocks
Dust on the mixer, dust on the egg shakes on the mixer. The notepad icons on the desktop containing ideas that were never finished, and still aren’t. My belt holder in the form of a second-hand keyboard sitting on two plastic chairs, effects processors for the guitar remaining in their un-progressive stage.
I am in stasis.
And after the pictures on the orange surface beside me fade, they fall. Within the collage there now exists some emptiness. It’s a nice change, considering how it stopped expanding a long time ago. I think the mealworms are all dead, although I’m not totally sure about it. I replenish their food every day anyway, just to watch them get moldy and turn bad. It’s been years and I’m not anything more than I was before.
Then comes the realization that world is still getting old - I am stasis.
