The story as a spiritual practice
You’re sitting in your favorite comfy chair with a cup of tea warming your hands. Through the window you see trees dancing slowly in the wind.
What did I say to that cute girl yesterday? I think I insinuated sharing of bodily fluids. “I got great genes.” Fuck. She probably thinks I’m stupid.
You breathe in and out, take a sip, then you’re immediately dragged along another…