A Thought

I had a thought about cursed texts, today.

That and what a cool apartment looked like.

The cursed text I thought of was a poem that described the life of a man that tried really hard to prepare for the future: he worked out; ate healthy; saved money; built healthy relationships; basically everything you can think of when you think that he "lived right". Then, slowly but surely, everything falls apart. The poem starts with him building himself up, and then gets more and more gruesome as it describes him losing everything to seemingly random strikes of fate. It ends with the line "What a brittle little life."

The apartment I thought up was basically just a bunch of books piled up on the floor and an antique leather couch by the window. It was welcoming and cozy, but in a creepy kind of way.

I wore shorts, today!