can’t put a dream in a box
I unplugged the refrigerator. The noise it made was driving me nuts. It was empty and a waste of energy, anyway. Without the humming my apartment is a much nicer place-I can hear the sunlight.
I shop on ebay now and then. I don’t buy much (got no cash, see?) Two weeks ago I found a pair of jadeite green cups. (I didn’t know what “jadeite” was, but it’s from the 40s and 50s and sort of popular now I think due to Martha Stuart, That’s almost enough to make me hate the stuff!) The cups were powder green, milky glass; the light seemed to hover in them. They reminded me of something-the kind of memory that makes you aches with sadness but you go on thinking of it anyway. I couldn’t name it-but I was enamoured. They were on sale for $1. “Old cups?” I thought “why not, they’re cheap.” But, I had no idea that these cups would go so high… ---but I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I was in university I would sit in the social sciences student lounge (they had these miserable boxish chairs stained with coffee and an old humming soda machine) I would go there and draw in a little book I had. For a few weeks I was obsessed with the image of two coffee cups (or teacups) filled with coffee and steaming. That was all I drew. It was a symbol of happiness for me. I could look at the drawings and remember what it was like to have two cups with handles in opposition, brim to brim on the table in front of me-and across from me, another person.
Years have past but I’m still obsessed with that image.
So I had to have these cups on ebay. They went up to $17 very quickly, and I almost gave up on them but then I could not stand it, they were just like the drawing. $23.00 plus shipping.
I was so happy to win them. I paid right away. I waited.
They came today, broken.
They were insured, but I don’t want cups. I don’t need two anyway. Don’t know what I was thinking. You can’t put a dream in a box.
020624_2.html - 2002-06-24
I shop on ebay now and then. I don’t buy much (got no cash, see?) Two weeks ago I found a pair of jadeite green cups. (I didn’t know what “jadeite” was, but it’s from the 40s and 50s and sort of popular now I think due to Martha Stuart, That’s almost enough to make me hate the stuff!) The cups were powder green, milky glass; the light seemed to hover in them. They reminded me of something-the kind of memory that makes you aches with sadness but you go on thinking of it anyway. I couldn’t name it-but I was enamoured. They were on sale for $1. “Old cups?” I thought “why not, they’re cheap.” But, I had no idea that these cups would go so high… ---but I’m getting ahead of myself.
When I was in university I would sit in the social sciences student lounge (they had these miserable boxish chairs stained with coffee and an old humming soda machine) I would go there and draw in a little book I had. For a few weeks I was obsessed with the image of two coffee cups (or teacups) filled with coffee and steaming. That was all I drew. It was a symbol of happiness for me. I could look at the drawings and remember what it was like to have two cups with handles in opposition, brim to brim on the table in front of me-and across from me, another person.
Years have past but I’m still obsessed with that image.
So I had to have these cups on ebay. They went up to $17 very quickly, and I almost gave up on them but then I could not stand it, they were just like the drawing. $23.00 plus shipping.
I was so happy to win them. I paid right away. I waited.
They came today, broken.
They were insured, but I don’t want cups. I don’t need two anyway. Don’t know what I was thinking. You can’t put a dream in a box.
020624_2.html - 2002-06-24