Life in 05


We’re in bed. We’re talking about what we’ll be like after our second ten years together. “We’ll be arms dealers,” she says. “Virtual arms dealers,” I add, “software only.” “And we’ll be married to five people.” “In four countries.” “On another planet.” “And we’ll finally get our damn flying cars.”

Later I make peanut brittle and listen to music made out of bits and pieces of older, more comfortable music.