In the beginning, there was darkness. And then, a few friends of mine decided to make a fire. There became some light, barely enough to see each other's faces in.

A large man walked towards us from a distance, holding our attention as he waded his way through the shrubbery.

Upon his arrival at our little fire, there was chatter, and an ease from the emptiness of the woods. "I remember you from this class", one said to him. "Oh yes, we had smoked a cigarette here earlier", said another. I, for one, had never seen this guy before in my life.

And yet, it was to be that he would cast a spell upon us. Just as I started to sink into the darkness, he pulled out a packet of Cheetos from his jacket pocket and spoke loudly, "Does anyone want any chips?" I looked at him in shock, and less colder. I had never seen a person fit a packet of chips in their pockets before. disillusioned. How could a man who had come from the blue be this generous? How have chips gotten this small?

"Wash it down with this diet Coke" he followed. "My man!" I exhaled. I turned to my friend in delight,

"Does it get any better than this?".

"Coke Zero people would never know" he said.

And just then, as I tried to think of the taste of Coke Zero and its difference from Diet Coke, I couldn't remember its taste. I thought if I could think of its colour - its black colour, its many bubbles, I would remember, but I still couldn't.

And then I tried remembering anything at all, of before the fire, of before the man with the chips, before Diet Coke, I couldn't, I can't, and I don't mind for now.

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