Lonely altoids sit in their tin.

Side by side. Slightly grayish white.

Edwin Mcain’s song wistfully playing in the background.

Empty energy drink bottles lay everywhere around me.

I could arrange them in rows. All empty.Elixir of life gone.

Nickelback comes on slowly. His word mean nothing to me.

The paradox of life and the universe tempt me.

I’m tired.