October 25, 2021.

I have a spare hour before work so I do a fifteen minute sublet of my cerebral cortex to the cloud computing company with the nicest looking ads. I try not to do this too often; my roommate Rebecca sublet her brain for three, four hours a day for a couple weeks and ended up absolutely fucking nuking her higher brain function, her grey matter now perpetually rented out, she’s making absolute bank but she’s a baked potato. I tried to pull her back a couple times, but ultimately it’s really nice having a steady source of income in the household.

During the sublet, I dream, a little, mostly primary shapes and colors, the name INGSOLL IV, a lot of numbers, and when the lease is up I have the taste of watermelon and iron dancing around the back of my throat. I cry, because I always cry, but things are pretty good, actually, I’ll be able to afford those boots with the lights on them.

I shake myself off, put on my shoes (no lights… yet!), step around Rebecca’s body, trembling lightly on the rug, and go to work.