A cold winter rain fell on the nose and ran off into the new year but as far as Jack could tell it was just another day. Everywhere he looked felt like yesterday, the same thing again and again.
His small comfort of maple flavored latte gave him the warmth and alertness to move forward. In the following hours he would go and meet with countless clients, trying to upsell their phone plans to include things they would never use.
His masters in Native American studies obsolete the day he put the graduation robe on.
For Jack it didn’t matter much. The routine had led to numbness, an occasional night out for drinks with old college friends did little to dispel the notion of motions uninterrupted. Occasionally a news story would break and it would make him take notice, but not for long. The next day would be the same. He chose not to complain, many had it worse off than him. Many did not have the routine of a common daily life.
A common daily life.