theOvercoat

He poured himself a drink, and sat down by one of the screens that provided a glimpse of the outside world. An ever-shifting, arbitrary arrangement of stars and planets, drifting around like bums in a park; going nowhere in particular, but somehow eventually ending up in the same place as the day before. They were much prettier than the bums in the park though. At least at a distance. When viewed up close, however, most of them were just as gritty, smelly and unwelcoming as the bums, with the exception of a handful of happy ones. The cognac was a fairly cheap brand that Swenson had bought because the label looked sophisticated. It made him f