The Gum Thief

I think about it all the time - how the end is going to look and feel. When it finally happens, it won't be the way I thought it would be. Here's how the end of the world happens: It's a Sunday afternoon, and I'm at a barbecue in someone's back yard. I'm sick of too many people and of standing in the sun for too long, so I go around to the side of the house and sit in an old folding chair, wishing it were nighttime and that I hadn´t come to the party. I'm looking at a fly buzzing in front of me. It isn't bugging me or anything - I'm tracing its flight pattern in the air behind it,like an invisible waggling strand of yarn, when out of the blue, the fly stops and falls to the ground.

The Gum Thief, Douglas Coupland

Portanto, apesar dos boatos que circulam por aí, (criados por mim, pois claro), até ando a fazer alguma coisa de útil pela minha vida...

...ler ainda é considerado uma coisa útil pela vida, certo?