Once I dreamed of chasing the wind. Now I dream of a Windchaser Portable Ice Maker. When did my soul die?
It wasn’t that long ago that I yearned to feel everything, to douse myself with the sensations of life like they were Axe Body Spray, to break open the bones of the world and suck deeply at the marrow within. Now all I want out of my brief existence is the ability to chill drinks at a location and time of my choosing. I know I was alive once. What happened to me?
