That record stopped.
Now they knew not nor cared when his birthday fell. There were no more special birthdays for him anyway. Celebrations? All past … milestones of a grain of dust.
Once they paid him compliments. Now they paid him no never-mind.
It was his own fault. He’d encouraged their bond: believed sharing conversation got you through the long walk.
But he preferred his own company now.
Hated his own company actually. But preferred it to that of those other no-accounts.