Gyroscope Review 16-4 - Page 21

BY MINIMALISM GARRETT HOFFMAN Ever since the clocks fell back, as if in surrender, a lot more than just the sunset has been manipulated. The infrequent spells of sleep are now being accompanied by headaches, a wicked cocktail I wasn’t prepared for. And the actual alcohol that usually fuels my step has now dried up, in sync with my wallet, leaving me reminiscent of a bobble-head during an earthquake. Everything is shrinking: the importance of love, the value of time, the strength in my voice, my life into boxes, all reduced to measly white shadows. I’ve paid for almost everything I own and yet I feel as if all that I own is someday soon going to make me pay, like a dependable premonition. Gyroscope Review 16-4 Page 1! 1