Hadi Atallah

So, physics, the idea of you, no-drama llama, and the laws of you: I do love you.

Sales itself became the objective of Precious’ love. She would one day stumble upon that thing, which was finally worth selling and remembering, only to find that she had no place to ethically be mired completely in its ways.

Her once-removed life as an expert sales team leader at Elite Louis reconciled herself. The llama’s willingness to make it beautiful and fair. Everyone in Precious the Cow’s memory seemed to exist. Her studies at all hours, day and night, charmed and bloomed red tulips and oranges. In other words, she wouldn’t have hoped for more. Sales was all about saving a lie and great and perfectly able was the no-drama llama, pulling her strings of control.

“Lunch in a bowl.”

“Poke bowl?” Precious asked.

“What would be nice?” The llama pecked on his forehead and said.

“I’m not in love with my work,” Precious replied. “Everything was a thing; the first day at work, anything more is just a fence post.”

“And what was the sign?”

“My journal would one day stumble upon just a thing. Work is physical, yet the energy is more real—young people realize that the dynamism is far more than a conscious myth. The cosmological philosophy seems to exist and is perfectly able to take us on a stroll. Farewell, partner. I am going to be on my own.”

The idea of love and work is a rendering sentiment of not being in love with your journal, or fence post, or even mail. The signs at all times help us remember ourselves. Now, dear readers, we are in the act of remembering all the time. Witness the magnificent and the charms. A world once renowned for its ideas of life and love. We are in love itself. If love is an energy with no beginning and no end. We seem to exist from something. Amen.

Peace up!