He Was the Sort of Person Who Felt Loss When a Tailing Car Suddenly Took Another Route

I went to Borders yesternight, one of the last in Dallas, probably. I kind of felt a little guilty being there, like a crow looking over the carcass and bones of some dead animal. That's what Borders is now, the name is resigned but the remnants of body linger as if decomposing. My looting of the body went well; the anime sections are picked clean but I found four cheesy movies (my favorite).

I've been consolidating my things so everything will fit in my car to go back to school. In one of my boxes I found a glow stick, one of those sturdy ones. I had found a twisty one earlier in another box but it didn't activate when I cracked it. So I assumed this one was too old as well, but it lit up when I cracked it and its only noon. I feel like I've wasted something good and useful and this is the only one I have. It kind of got me down.