No, don’t go. This is where you truly belong, in our foamy conversation about nothing, in this three-seat sofa that perfectly fits our bodies. And i realized how i was constantly swaying from one side to the other. I wanted t stop. I wanted to decide. But some stupid philosopher kept telling us to go with the flow, to drift with the river of life.

What flow? This is not a flow. It’s a predictable swing that goes back and forth without ever moving elsewhere. We should’ve known better. Maybe we had, but pretended not to know because the chocolate bar was just too tasty to pass over. And we covered it up with alternative hippie concepts like “polyamory” or free loving or whatever.

I read about them all, you know. But at the end of the day, i knew i was just a love fool tryng to find some sense in this crazy world.

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