Ninjaslug

I base my life on mid-afternoon realizations, discovered before the sounds of pots and pans find me under the prison of white sheets. It's during this time that I feel the most alone, when the sanctity of sleep isn't interrupted by phone calls or the warmth of an intellectual conversation. They don't want you. I had a dream today, where my friends decided that I was disposable, and I spent a lifetime locked in my basement building pinball machines and tinkering with old computers. I want to be a piece in their puzzles, but dreaming is just a reminder that we're not set in stone, and I usually lose the pieces before the puzzle is solved. Th