Barry: The Room in Between

People see life as a logical sequence of actions and consequences, inside which one makes plans for the foreseeable future, maybe the following year, or decade, but how do you plan a life that’s dealt in days which have no connection with each other?

He lived for a day, and when the day ended, so did his current self. He lived for a day, that was it, but oh so many times!

As time passed, he stopped keeping track of how many times he had returned to the lounge, and whether those repetitions spanned days or centuries.

The wall paneling and the language scribbled upon it had started to look worn, like abandoned artifacts from ancient times.

There is no planning life if it lasts just one day, and that’s what his life really was, he was just too cowardly to admit it, so he borrowed time from the future and put things in it, time that didn’t belong to him yet, and for all he knew, he might not get at all.

Planning that borrowed time was just as absurd as venturing into a virgin territory with maps of some place else and relying on them for guidance.

The debt of these variances accrued, and he got more and more lost while dutifully following his useless map and desperately trying to bend reality out of shape to make it match his expectations.

Reality didn’t take kindly to that.