(1) Normal Life, about 43 years old. Last seen wearing Converse High Tops and a Funky T-shirt designed for someone must younger and hipper (or is it cooler?).
It didn’t disappear overnight, but over many years, by degrees.
It can probably be found near live music, auto races, or on a road trip. Another possibility could be Europe. It’s hard to pinpoint where it could be; it had a lot of options, in its time.
In its place is a new reality: tiredness, bitterness, and a general paranoid belief that everyone around this new reality is specifically sent to suck any enjoyment from its very marrow.
The new reality finds itself surround with obligations, priorities, and responsibilities that might be easier to bear if there was a spark of fun and creativity in its midst. Alas, there is none. It is a rapidly drying flower in the desert, just hanging on for the rain.
And waiting for someone to bring back the life it was once so accustomed to.
If you have any information on this lost item, you have too much time on your hands and are probably part of the vast global conspiracy that stole the life from me. Get away.
Back to the grind.