read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

July 24, 2010
Under the searing Arizona sky, as my gaze followed the path of a vivid orange butterfly, I caught sight of Neo's son. He was dressed in all black, complete with a trench-coat that flapped around his ankles. His hair was bleached blonde, gelled into bristling spikes, and his eyes were hidden behind sunglasses that would make god look nerdy. I watched with a little bit of awe as he marched with deliberate coolness across the sweltering parking lot and into Wal-mart.

For the rest of the day, I waited for signs of a glitch in the matrix.