FY2023 Pods

Jarring. Jagged. Destabilizing; as my janky world view stumbles through the temporal space. Chunks fly off and half-baked ideas hastily bolted on. A spaceship on fire and resurrecting in unison as it moves through an infinite void. That's how I felt as I make my way through a former coworker's Christmas party. I learned that Tai, another former colleague, finally found their one and had gotten married and bought a house in Surrey; whereas my relationships have been a trail of shambles. Tom has been smashing down shots after shots the whole night, walking into glass staircases as he reels over his 12 years of marriage coming to an end. I had vagabonded from one social event to another, in search of a friend or a patch of camaraderie. Year's end, year's beginning - a random stake in the Gregorian calendar year - a striking symbolic blow to our Now.