unemployment

I remember sitting on a bench near this open lot near my parents' house which was at the time of that sitting my house too because I lived there still. Just sitting and staring at the sky until my eyes filled up with those floaty things that look like chromosomes or amoebas or something microscopic and very well might be something microscopic which -- because of the lack of additional environmental input -- the eye can focus on (or not focus on) because it's not doing anything else at that particular moment. I sat there watching them float across my line of vision for a long time. If I moved my eyes, they would slide a bit. That's how I knew they were mine.