Making the right choices
[At a convenience store]
She arrives in front of me, gasping in peculiar anxiety, luminescent skin, brunette hair, squeaky voice;
“Excuse me,”
She points at the box of chocolate chip cookies I have curdled under my arm,
“which one did you get?”
She speaks fast. In reality, all I hear is “Excuseme,whicjuandidjaged?” So for an instance, I am saddled in a moment of chapped confusion, unsure of what to do next. I suspect, she’s intoxicated. In curious response, I hold out the box for her.
“AH!” She declares with a smile and huge grin. “THAT’S THE RIGHT ONE!”
“I’m sorry?” I am dazed by the strangeness of her rueful laughter.
“YUP! IT’S THE RIGHT ONE!”
“Ah. Yes. Thank you.”
And I walk away. Somehow. Happy with the knowledge that at the very least, I have made one right decision in my life.
This sentence I’m reading is terrific
I just had my first real American barbeque today, complete with flaming cheese burgers and greasy hotdogs. I’m catching The Daily Show, daily. I’m listening to Nirvana and Pearl Jam in the middle of the night – in Seattle.
Oh my.
Nothing gets better.
Then when you cut yourself on angel hair and baby’s breath.
Really.
The reason for light
At first, you never really notice the birds; the ravens, caught forever in unflinching symmetry in that huge galactic manmade sky of blue, hanging from almost supernatural wires, twisted in logic and reasonable occupational hazards; they’re puppets. The quote says: They bring light to this house of stories. And in the tiniest of suspicions, you suspect that your eyes are lying.
I am a nonbeliever of my own reality. Every once in awhile, I tell myself that I don’t believe I’m here. I don’t believe I’m here. I don’t believe I’m here. Like any decent human being, I feel that if I say the same thing over and over again, somehow, the opposite will come true.
I’m in Seattle.
I’m not in Seattle.
I’m in Seattle.
The weather’s cold as hell, and I’m enjoying every minute of it. Occasionally, the soft peddling shafts of sunlight seem incomprehensible, but they’re there. They’re bearing down on you, little spots of warmth and mirth in the tundra of icy cold chilly winds, and you feel like you’re in heaven for a split second.
I’m not in Seattle.
I should be settling down in my permanent room by the weekend. Till then, it’ll be frequent trips to the great number of awesome libraries here at UW for WiFi excess.
Oh yes, oh yes. I’m in Seattle.
