WiIIows-arts

Foreword from the author: mondo man mondo aymondo a mondo ando mando ondo ayo nondo wondo woooooooooooooooooooo yeah (this secretly means that his name changes) Section A Aymondo’s portentous crescendo was one foreseen. Foreseeing had been his thing, for as long as he recalled. It was a lot like recalling, foreseeing. But that was what upset him about this crescendo. The crescendo had been something he foresaw, and now became something he could recall. And at the peak, the apex, the highest point of anything, there’s nowhere left to go but down. This is what bothered Aymondo. So ended the filling and so began the draining. Aymondo A. Mondo was a man with no plan for the rest of his life. He had always known what to plan around, and still did. But he was uncertain. He could only recall being uncertain, until now. The Mondo man sat back in a comfy chair in the middle of elsewhere and took a sip of his scalding caffeine. That little action is what drew him away from his inner thoughts