I’m sitting at the end of the bar wearing an Amazon shirt from 2020. It was my mandatory  pandemic gulag sentence, one year with good attendance.Nobody knows who I am here except the bartender, security, and the cocktail waitress. I just looked at “ Kafka’s Diaries” on Amazon which I saw earlier  at the bookstore. Amazon was trying to sell me Camus at the same time. I hear neither’s name inside this bar. Perhaps the saying of my life; Well that's absurd. Also: Are you okay? I don’t know. I overcame a lot of trauma. 

I went to my world today. I tell myself it was self therapy for the childhood trauma. I like the world. It's proof of endurance and struggle. It's proof that I made it. That I didn’t let anything stop me. I can feel the eye’s judging my youthness here but it doesn’t bother me. It reminds me to stay humble.