◦ August 15th, 2005. ⸺ 12:24 PM. The Meanwhile Cafe on Foster Street. ⸺ Sledgen, Destiny.
A few weeks ago I felt something shift in the air before me. It was a precise moment; a pinpoint in time. The instant when the stream suddenly altered its current, and left me disoriented and confused in its wake. My head’s been in a whirl ever since, I haven’t been able to shake off the funk it put me in. I don’t know what that moment was, how it was caused, or who’s even responsible for it. I just know that since then I’ve been feeling this looming sense of doom linger above me ever since.
I’m sitting here in this coffee shop now to meet someone. I met her on a whim a few years back at a hotel that’s long gone by now. She gave me her cellphone number before we parted ways and told me to call her whenever matters of “prophecy” came up. I guess now is a time for prophecy, it certainly feels like prophecy. I’m still scanning the noisy crowds for her face. After all this time, I still remember her pale, ephemeral face, clear as day.