bob opened his eyes, one at a time, in reverse order. morning. he was not dead. morning. okay.
a calf lay in bed between bob and his wife. it slept peacefully, mooing faintly and twitching its hooves. bob slipped out of bed and did the things that came next.
he arrived at work at the usual time, late. as he was unlocking his office with a crowbar, bob came by.
“hi, bob.”
bob was carrying a empty cardboard cup of expensive coffee. so was bob.
“hi, bob.”
bob never wondered why everyone in the office was named bob. nor did he wonder why everyone he knew was named bob.
this could be the cause of much confusion, but it made things simpler. for instance, bob and his wife bob spent little time trying to decide on a name for their daughter – her third birthday had just passed and now she was dead – before finally settling on bob.
bob plowed through the heap of corpses piled from floor to ceiling. he sat at his desk, opened the newspaper with a very sharp knife and read with keen interest. a person had done that to another person...a politician was being questioned about his role in this...the president had announced that he would do a thing...it had been determined that the universe would end in approximately 16.1 billion years and the stores were bracing themselves for a run on basic necessities...this group had announced their position on that while that group had swiftly issued a statement denouncing this stance. now it was 8:06 and back to the salt mines.
bob unfastened his head. he held it over the wastebasket and shook. flakes of thin gray ash fell out. he gave a final shake and stuffed it with papers from his inbox. he carefully seated it on his shoulders and did the things that came next – breaking around noon for a nutritious lunch composed of the things he normally ate.
bob loosened his tie and proceeded to strangle himself with it. he draped his jacket over his shoulder. bob came by as he was locking the office. his tie was loosened and his jacket draped over his shoulder.
“night, bob. have a good one.”
“night, bob. have a good one.”
they proceeded to beat each other bloody. then bob went home and did the things that came next.
the calf was watching the eleven o’clock news when bob came to bed. his wife had glued herself to the ceiling again. bob watched the news with keen interest. things had happened and other things were expected to happen and it was going to rain unless it didn’t.
the calf pawed the remote. the tv flicked off. bob rolled over. he closed both eyes nearly simultaneously.
“night, bob.”
“night, bob.”
a calf lay in bed between bob and his wife. it slept peacefully, mooing faintly and twitching its hooves. bob slipped out of bed and did the things that came next.
he arrived at work at the usual time, late. as he was unlocking his office with a crowbar, bob came by.
“hi, bob.”
bob was carrying a empty cardboard cup of expensive coffee. so was bob.
“hi, bob.”
bob never wondered why everyone in the office was named bob. nor did he wonder why everyone he knew was named bob.
this could be the cause of much confusion, but it made things simpler. for instance, bob and his wife bob spent little time trying to decide on a name for their daughter – her third birthday had just passed and now she was dead – before finally settling on bob.
bob plowed through the heap of corpses piled from floor to ceiling. he sat at his desk, opened the newspaper with a very sharp knife and read with keen interest. a person had done that to another person...a politician was being questioned about his role in this...the president had announced that he would do a thing...it had been determined that the universe would end in approximately 16.1 billion years and the stores were bracing themselves for a run on basic necessities...this group had announced their position on that while that group had swiftly issued a statement denouncing this stance. now it was 8:06 and back to the salt mines.
bob unfastened his head. he held it over the wastebasket and shook. flakes of thin gray ash fell out. he gave a final shake and stuffed it with papers from his inbox. he carefully seated it on his shoulders and did the things that came next – breaking around noon for a nutritious lunch composed of the things he normally ate.
bob loosened his tie and proceeded to strangle himself with it. he draped his jacket over his shoulder. bob came by as he was locking the office. his tie was loosened and his jacket draped over his shoulder.
“night, bob. have a good one.”
“night, bob. have a good one.”
they proceeded to beat each other bloody. then bob went home and did the things that came next.
the calf was watching the eleven o’clock news when bob came to bed. his wife had glued herself to the ceiling again. bob watched the news with keen interest. things had happened and other things were expected to happen and it was going to rain unless it didn’t.
the calf pawed the remote. the tv flicked off. bob rolled over. he closed both eyes nearly simultaneously.
“night, bob.”
“night, bob.”
