Mat “Wilto” Marquis on Nostr: I stand at the window, hard-eyed, beard several inches longer and shades grayer than ...

I stand at the window, hard-eyed, beard several inches longer and shades grayer than only hours before. A cable-knit sweater has appeared. A cool scar is suddenly present on my face. “The year,” I begin in a low rumble, “was two-thousand and fifteen. February. I was but a youn—“
“Oh. Yeah, I saw it might snow,” she says, not looking up from the Nintendo Switch. Mario wahoos quietly.