Convenience 2、0_Stepping into my father’s shoes_Daydreams of a Demiurge_Futurerama
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Convenience 2、0
The ding of the bell echoed through the desolate store as a lone customer entered. Samuel gave a subtle nod from behind the check out counter and returned to his half-finished crossword puzzle. He checked his watch. It was seven in the evening and this was the first person to come into Samuel’s convenience store for hours.Samuel let out a bored yawn and closed the newspaper. Newspapers were rare, they only print about fifty copies a day. Mostly as a novelty for people like Samuel, who still found the quaintness of flipping pages charming. “Can I help you find anything?” Samuel’s voice echoed t...
Stepping into my father’s shoes
Blue marble encouraged me as I carefully lumbered down our showcase spiral stairway with my father’s heavy Father’s Day gift. I puckishly performed a quick jig and hopped over lucky stair 13, where the ugliest of the bronze gargoyles wickedly grinned from his frozen stance upon the banister.The beautiful blue marble stairway had been my refuge, my hideout, my playground as I grew into adulthood. Often, the staircase had appeared in countless architectural, fashion and home decor magazines. It’s where my mother was photographed, married and found hanging from a top baluster.My mother – I wish I...
Daydreams of a Demiurge
“Please, don’t do it.” said a voice. A pregnant pause followed, and on the edge of a stable moment, a click was heard, and then, there was light.Frank was walking briskly towards the lab. There was a nip in the air that made his fingers ache. Thwww.onedoor.cce sun began to color the facade of the university's west wing. He acknowledged a passing coworker with a slight nod and smile in the middle of the courtyard, “Sally maybe, or Birgit,” he thought and delved back into the mental space where he had organized his darling project.“Is it the API that's the bottleneck, or do I need to rearrange the sequence of...
Futurerama
Dear Future Self:It’s me Journey. I am sitting here in the present looking out of my living room window at the blanket of black crows which have gathered on my front lawn. They are making noise talking to each other and eating my seeds I put on the lawn so the lawn would grow. I knew that was a mistake as soon as I looked out of the window this morning. But, nonetheless, there they are and here I am. I wish that sometimes I had a crystal ball. I would look into it from time to time to see what the future held and if I didn’t like it I would try to change it. If only. The crows remind me of you...