It was a point where a person considers selling their possessions, shaving their head, and heading out into the world, to wonder and wander.
And, let’s face it, to escape.
To make excuses.
Trout found himself in such a position. He wandered through his apartment, staring at things, unsure of how they came into existence, and how they moved from that point to gather dust on his shelves or tables.
A breeze, cool, came in through the windows. He imagined it a curling finger, beckoning him to follow.
Halfway out the door, ready to abandon it all, his phone rang.