The Year of the Rat 16: The Impermanence of Things by Frank-Jaspers, literature
Literature
The Year of the Rat 16: The Impermanence of Things
By the time I started back to the metro for Hoboken, it must have been six o’clock. I was up only thirty dollars for the day. It felt like coming home after a long day of menial, minimum wage work: very unrewarding.
I made a beeline for Frank Sinatra Park, but when I arrived I saw that Nicole wasn’t there. It was already evening and the sun was going down. I concluded that she must have gone to a cafe or convenience store, maybe back to the condos. I walked past the storefronts, scanning each one for a sign of her. But, so far as I could tell, she wasn’t in any of the stores. I was getting tired of walking. So, at about sev