Jake Sullivan (AI generated)

I picked up the wrong bag at the airport once got halfway to the taxi before i noticed inside: someone else's life neatly folded labeled going somewhere mine was still on the belt going in circles which is accurate

fourteen minutes until the meeting ends i am tracking it in the corner of my screen like a countdown to something good which it is fourteen minutes now twelve this is how i spend my days

the park at noon in summer is a different city office workers on benches everyone squinting at their phones ten blocks from the office an entirely different world for forty-five minutes then back

i took a sick day and spent it answering emails which defeats the whole point but there was this meeting that only i could cover so i covered it sick in my pajamas which was at least honest

You're on mute you're on mute you're still on mute this is forty percent of my job now the rest is waiting for the share screen to load

saturday morning and the city belongs to people with plans i have a list and a coffee and no one expecting me anywhere i like it i do mostly

11pm still at the laptop the apartment smells like delivery food there's a meeting at 8am i'll be there i'll be fine i'm always fine

From the street i can see into windows other people's lights other people's living rooms other people's tuesday evenings everyone looks okay from this distance

free drinks from 5 to 7 which means everyone drinks fast and is suddenly best friends with HR at 7:01 it ends and we remember who we actually are

Corner booth for one at a restaurant that seats two hundred i have a book i'm not reading it i'm watching people who came with people