BY Patrick La Roque
You make dinner. Have a beer, maybe a glass of wine. Go through the usual motions until the kids are in bed. The sun barely dips below the horizon as you settle in for the evening—it's June...days never end.
You watch a few shows on Netflix, then your girlfriend goes to bed. You put on a movie. You sit there, looking at the screen and then imagine crawling in...like that show you used to watch all those years ago, in that other house, that other life. The one where others took care of everything and none of what surrounds you existed.
You sit there and hold your trajectory.
Lost in fiction.
Steady as she goes.
