Mind Tech Pill She always made the same meal. She made meat and potatoes in a steaming thick brown broth. She cut up the potatoes in huge chunks.There was always this feeling of loss that permeated the air, repeated words like ‘separation’ and ‘divorce’ but it was always temporary; a flight/fight response from reality.I don’t know if they choose to ignore religion or the role that it has played in our lives. I don’t know if they meditate or if they remember their prayers at night.Daily it seemed when we were children we were stuck in our own reality television show with the volume turned down low so we could here what they were saying. We followed half cryptic sentences like, “I’m leaving you now. I’ve packed my bags and I’m going.”
