26. Loath

He was loath to loath (as his prior experiences with the precise emotion, as well as the surrounding ones, made him feel as though the moments that stemmed from the act had a subtractive affect on his perceived self – the opposite of the way a being’s identity is determined and re-determined by the accumulation of all moments experienced, which of course gives way to the flaw in his theory, but this fact is nitpicked and a distraction from the point: the math of self felt negative when loathing was a part of the equation, and he didn’t want to see himself disappear), but in this case he was willing to make an exception.

The brick came through the store-front window like it meant to.

It was difficult for the restaurant owner to do, but he took the leap of faith in himself and loathed whoever had thrown the brick – a task made all the easier since no one had seen the culprit. He was loathing a faceless stranger and it felt just as comfy as it did rotten.

Refunds were given to all – first to those who had glass sprinkled in their meals and drinks – and the staff were sent home early, so he could stew in his upsettedness and really savor the slow-cooked flavors as he took his time sweeping up the floors.

On the face of the brick, written in glitter on glue:

No Reason

 

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