“In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.” Marcus Aurelius
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Gareth dropped out of UNM but can still be found on the campus, leeching off the library there.
He hangs out at diners, coffee shops, any place he can feed his glorious and holy addiction to caffeine
Gareth is a lean, skinny figure, medium height man in his mid-twenties. His hazel-to-brown eyes have a look of studied intensity but are otherwise neither appealing nor unappealing, his tanned skin makes him look of indeterminate ethnicity, his small mouth and nose sit on his face like someone told them they were unwelcome there. He's got a gait like trapped energy is pent up within him, his expressions seem tightly controlled but otherwise calm. He probably didn't have a good sleep the night before. In the heat he wears a black linen collared short-sleeve shirt and dark pants that look like they fit a size or two larger. He wears sandals on his feet. Sometimes, even when still, his right hand or arm will twitch or tic, a sudden jerking motion that is immediately calmed.
the pAper chAse: Now We Just Slowly Circle the Draining Fishbowl
i'll come back from the war
but everything i touch seems to break
and i won't be the same man
i won't be the same man you knew
and i was somewhat tickled by your gauge
of your ticker tape parade
now you know and you know that i know
we could dance all night here on their graves
god bless our black souls
