i can predict the trivial
staring at walls. linear thought has been an issue all day. i feel best staring at walls. staring into a non-existent void where I watch a version of me doing the things I can't find the time or focus for. Does this make sense? Staring at a wall and pretending I am watching something riveting on Netflix besides an endless side scroll of movies that sound good enough to queue but not good enough for right now. i've been thinking too much. or hanging out in the company of myself long enough to sit around in a brain full of critics and personal historians as a welcomed guest while they breakdown and psychoanalyze my past and present, while in the darker corner of the room another sits, probing the Cloud. Divining the future. it happened today many times. i saw my future. randomly i thought about an ex-girlfriend's mom, who used to call me Dorkboy. ten minutes before I left for work, she came through the door. I haven't seen her in over two years. the prompts are real. I'd been preparing for this meeting for a few months now. When the first signs came. i can predict the trivial. and the trivial seems to be the repetition of my everyday life. i know exactly how tomorrow is going to go.