the evaporation of me

the crack appeared on saturday.  it started in the top left hand corner of my front window and slowly worked its way down in an unforgiving line which, under other circumstances, may have been overlooked.  it was not a big crack, not one which sprang to your attention, but that was the point, it was an insidious and incidental little blighter who's appearance suddenley stopped you in your tracks and demanded attention.  joe didn't notice it, he was too busy, as usual, his life did not incorporate such flotsam, his was an important life, a life that set him apart from normal concerns such as window cracks.

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