Exotic Core
Pirouetting shamelessly through sociopathic temperaments; Jaques lived like this. Expired emotions like the expired dates on Jaques’ prozac. Deviled eye balls, because his had seen too much. Paralyzed symphonies of rogue friendships gone awry circled his recently balding head. Jaques liked to think comically of these symphonies as he imagined they were they were cartoonish, or of another life. So these cartoons plagued him every tenth of a second, whereupon he would allow his mind to mine deep in to the frame rate of these plagued visuals, and remain there infinitely while repeating the senseless process to infinitum.
“Walking these streets feels more like encountering endless emotionless triggers...”. Jaques’ voice grew faint as his words tapered off.
The business man across the walkway turned with a start, and then proceeded to listen intently to the dwindling voice of the balding man sitting across the walkway.
“And so we must”, suggested the business man.
The business man stared expectantly at the balding man for a response; efforts to no avail. Jaques had been permanently wedged in a crevasse whilst mining in to the frame rate of his plagued, cartoonish, mind. Jaques remained like this, on the bench, in his stupor for some time, until he suffered a brief, yet painful, brain aneurysm, and died.