The days of his unemployment stretched out behind and before him like a line of pebbles across a vast plain, each one essentially the same as every other, and exactly as unremarkable. You could move them all around and no one would notice.
To David, time was an abstract concept untethered from narrative concerns.
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Notes:
1. Written in January 2017
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