The good meeting had no start and finish. It simply was. Or at least for several thousand years in both directions of time. Participants, some willing some not, discussed matters of diminishing importance until exhaustion, thoroughly indulging dead ends, routinely replacing drool tins, and flogging themselves until ecstasy. Though some fantasized about someday leaving, they knew they wouldn’t, physically or mentally incapable—or perhaps merely settling.
Mark Wilson is a Chicago based author/visual artist driven by crippling monotony and reheated bath water. He is the author of forthcoming chapbooks PowerPoint Eulogy with Fly on the Wall Poetry Press, Until No Crevice Remained with Orbis Tertius and short story collection Sparsely Attended Funerals from Close to the Bone.