The Absurd Man of Greenwich Village
The coffee in the cup on my desk had gone cold three hours ago. I stared at it the way you stare at a problem you know has no answer. The coffee was cold because I had forgotten to drink it. I forget things like that now — not because I'm losing my mind, though my mind has certainly lost things, but because forgetting is the natural state of a man who has decided that nothing matters and...
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