People used to befriend him, court his views, await his pleasure. Gave him jazz records on special birthdays.
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.
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.
