Alas, the day job – bill payer, bacon provider, and allower of bedtimes before 3 AM – has sent me to the Interop conference in New York where I will write about cloud computing and SaaS and – I assume – it is frowned upon to make anything up. See you next week.
Until then, some super flash fiction.
As much as I wish for him to think of me, I do not wish for him to think of me in the city alone. He will turn my solitude into something other than what it is. He will grant me one wish while stripping me of my contentedness, and I no longer think one is worth the other.