wish you were here
I have a feeling that over the last year, I've been building up a quiet shell that's so natural I don't know how to undo it. It's probably just some kind of cycle--every few years, for the rest of my life, I will always be wallflowering some conversation and morbidly wondering what kind of impact MTV never had on my life. Is it possible to get the top 40 lists from the last twenty years and cram? Does that count? Should I be at the library?
(grump)
So much of my existence is built around nonsense and word-games, creating some kind of whirly word-world where wonder is built on my own wiftiness. Wishy-washy? Why yes! Are we all just wondering what tools will make us make sense to everyone else? Will we always get so caught up in the frustration of it we lose the substance of whatever we were trying to talk about in the first place?
Probably.
(circles..)
It's snowing again. I love the way it seems to take the edge off everything--we slow down, make hot cocoa (minor obsession), try to make out something familiar in all the soft white blobs forming outside, start thinking in more immediate what-can-I-make-for-dinner terms. Or--is she around to snuggle up with? (no, she's at work) Is that the newspaper?
It's good to put everything in perspective, catch all the pieces and organize before you shove off again. So, to hot cocoa...
(grump)
So much of my existence is built around nonsense and word-games, creating some kind of whirly word-world where wonder is built on my own wiftiness. Wishy-washy? Why yes! Are we all just wondering what tools will make us make sense to everyone else? Will we always get so caught up in the frustration of it we lose the substance of whatever we were trying to talk about in the first place?
Probably.
(circles..)
It's snowing again. I love the way it seems to take the edge off everything--we slow down, make hot cocoa (minor obsession), try to make out something familiar in all the soft white blobs forming outside, start thinking in more immediate what-can-I-make-for-dinner terms. Or--is she around to snuggle up with? (no, she's at work) Is that the newspaper?
It's good to put everything in perspective, catch all the pieces and organize before you shove off again. So, to hot cocoa...