Eiffel Towers

I felt my life flick by at 2x speed. I used to be able to take my time eating the cheese out of a big sandwich or wandering the public library, watching kids peel the cardboard spines off Berenstain Bears books and mutilate them with marker. It wasn’t long ago that I spent hours sulking because I missed Joaquin, that I somehow always ended up at a Pret A Manger in Midtown, staring at more sandwiches⁠—⁠cage-free mayo, mature cheddar. Then I’d check and it would only be Tuesday. Now it was always Saturday again and I always had to go to my job at the vintage glasses store.