My subconscious is much smarter than I will ever be (personal) by gate

2018 May 29

5 minutes: Where are you going?

"Nowhere special," I said, trying to remain noncommittal.

I didn't know how much of my personal life I wanted to reveal, and at that moment I reflexively opted for minimal disclosure.

"It's a great day," she said. "I hope you enjoy the sunshine."

"Thanks, hope you have a great week."

"You too," she said as she left for her car.

I went back inside.

I hadn't signed out yet. Not that it really mattered. But it was standard protocol.

I took a look in the break room. Empty of people, but stacked high with donuts and other treats dangerous for my blood sugar. There was nothing left but for me to leave.

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Have you ever heard a thunderbolt voice your name?	No one will ever love you for your honesty	I have spent all night paging you	you have an obligation to those who are gone
and the sunshine casts the shadow	The Funniest One-Sided Conversation I'll Ever Hear	What do you have that you did not receive?	We hold the proud distinction of being among the very last humans who will ever die
on their way to nowhere ever again	If you don't know how to make a mu, you have no business measuring quantities that small.	Sunshine Sketches of a Little Town	because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
I am letting myself down so you don't have to	Ever since I met you I've been looping a recursive subroutine	For the first time ever, glad to see the red and blue lights	Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
don't walk into the sunshine OH NO fall over turn off.	1914-18: The Great War and the Shaping of the 20th Century	All you ever did was let it happen	You every era anachronism, soft-shoeing to pantomime beats