NEW WRITING:

He drifted - unthinking - through the big system. He drifted across the room, across the street, the field, the beach - across life. He knew there should be more than, he knew that he had been short-changed. By who and why, he really didn't know. But as he sat in his beaten up body, in his saggy grey-white t-shirt - spelling: 'Superman's extra' - he knew, as he'd always known, that the more you wanted and expected, the less there was for you. Those fates, in their greek-like floaty costumes, must be having a ball, grinning from ear to ear at the dumbness of it all. And yet every new generation sticks to the plan - be more than, take more than, speed through more than. He stared for a while through the opaque window, then down at his stupid t-shirt and his faded baggy underwear - and smirked.