This world is a life sentence. Iām in a state of constant, low grade agitation. Crust gathered around my eyelids like dead weeds in the summer sun. Iām sitting in the line for the COSTCO gasoline station in Van Nuys, CA as I type this. Itās hot and stifling and the malformed waddler phenotype directly in front of me canāt for the life of her get her COSTCO card to read at the scanner. Iām seething, seething in my non-air conditioned 2005 Toyota Solara. It occurs to me that when the government decides to suspend the constitution & institute mass incarcerations, they wonāt even need to erect FEMA camps. Iām thinking forced relocation of insurgent population to COSTCOās around the country. it wonāt even be forced. Weāll all just move in & relish the the opportunity to finally, holistically Live in Bulkā¢ļø . In this moment, when being a total misanthrope comes as easily, as urgently as reaching for the glass of water on the floor next to the mattress (also on the floor), I canāt help but think to myself āthe narrator from my year of rest & relaxation is literally meā.
Fun, easy breezy read. Made me lol a couple of times. Middle part drags a bit, but the endingās brilliant. late to the party on this one, but glad I finally got around to it