Chapter 5: Pronounced Like Grapple
The seasons change. My underwear doesn’t.
That’s not true.
I don’t bother with underwear, nor anything with a neck or pocket. Some days, I just wear my post-shower towel.
When I shower.
Having withdrawn from the store, whether it’s Tuesday or Saturday is no longer of consequence. We’ve had a power outage, but it’s days before I notice, a week before I care. The stove clock especially annoys me. I let the PF flash: Power Failure. Maybe it’s taking my temperature. When darkness ends and when it begins doesn’t matter. The sun and the moon tell me whether to open or close my shutters.
If the house seemed too large before, now it’s like I’ve been tossed into a well surrounded by Oriental rugs. Since its sole occupant isn’t moving enough to stir up dust,
