Memo #1: The Right Toe - Year 3 of Nonexistent Existence
It has come to my attention that socks no longer fit me as they once did. Once a right center,now relegated to mythical status, the right toe seeks its fellow phantoms. What a luxury it was, toe-picking extravaganzas and ulnar wiggles. Ah, dreams of socks made real!
Memo #2: The Elusive Half Palm - The Era of Reconstruction
Fingertip fondness; missing the chaotically delightful touch of inanimate inspection. One wishes to just graze the fine qualities of tabletop burritos without returning to mere childhood whims. Has the palm’s counsel been heard? No snippets taken here, just crumbs of perceived prowess.
Memo #3: The Mythical Shank - Time Unknown
Wandering endlessly into nonexistence, much like following a bread trail, gone persuading a renegade opinion of shoelaces. A benevolent foot soldier, however bravely severed. Shank's Plan: Do Less. Exist More. Henceforth, feeling less impotent and pondering potpourri more.