It was 17 years to the date
after the day which is marked on Selfless Barry's dairy as
'the beginning of the rest of life'.
Though it was no day for celebrations.
Selfless buried his head in his hands and weeped and imagined sinking into the earth. Sinking through
the old chair,
through the old carpet,
the old dirt
and into the earth to remain.
Out of sight, out of mind.
For there was not a single relevant event In which Selfless Barry's life had been a part of
since that optimistic day 17 years before now.
