Paul Railsback

Defiance Date

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. At least I think it wasn’t. I look around my surroundings. They seem familiar. A small living room in a house that looks like it hosted a bomb or two inside it. Is this place mine? I’ve never owned a house, I don’t think. I suppose I own it now. There’s nobody around to really claim it’s theirs, anyway. This is a luxurious half-a-house with one non-working bathroom that is only five minutes from what used to be restaurants and shopping areas. It has three what-passes-for walls and half a roof. I joked it was an “open air aesthetic” once. It seemed funny. Not sure if I ever got to tell anyone the joke, though.