“I don’t like being a young man” it thought.
But then it wondered. Was it really being a young man that it didn’t like? Or did it dislike the feeling of uncertainty that all decision-making creatures have from time to time?
Perhaps it was decision itself the creature did not like.
“I might have made things worse” the creature thought. It’s neck-hairs bristled. Small white lights shone in the wandering black outside the train window.
It opened up the WordPress app and started to type a half-formed story.
