Primordial: An Abstraction

17

Despite myself, I miss my roommates over the break.

I go to the Union to get a coffee and a bagel and contemplate the fate of the noösphere.

A writer stops me in the entranceway and asks if I will look at his manuscript. “It took me, like, five years to write this book,” he assures me. “I think you’ll really like it. Enjoy!”

I grab him by the neck and slam his head into the wall. “Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your book! Fuck your fucking book! Fuck your book!”

During my diatribe the writer tries to bite me. I keep a firm grip and I keep yelling and slamming his head into the wall until he loses consciousness and flops over.

In the Union café, I decide to order a turkey wrap instead of a bagel. Less carbs, more protein, although processed meats are high in sodium, which retains water in the body and is bad for the heart.