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today i rode my bicycle to golden apple, with a few comics in mind. ian's been mentioning grendel a lot lately, which made me curious about it again. the last time i read it was two years ago in karam's room. when i got there, finally, i was let down because they didn't have either of what i was looking for, the other being clowes's like a velvet glove cast in iron. i just settled for tomine's 32 stories.
spent the rest of the time wandering around inside with bridget.
but on my way back home, i saw a homeless man. he sat there alone at a bus stop, surrounded by his belongings. there was this longing inside me, wanting to help him. i thought of all the possibilities, but nothing i thought of would do much. how far could any of my small effort really go in the end anyhow? i turned a corner and sat down, pretty much mad at the world for letting things like that happen to people. i ended up just getting him a meal from the close by india sweets & spices. i said hello, handed it to him, and biked off. his entire life fit into a supermarket cart.
i don't know. i think at some point i'll just shoot out into outer space and no one will know what happened. it'll be okay.
spent the rest of the time wandering around inside with bridget.
but on my way back home, i saw a homeless man. he sat there alone at a bus stop, surrounded by his belongings. there was this longing inside me, wanting to help him. i thought of all the possibilities, but nothing i thought of would do much. how far could any of my small effort really go in the end anyhow? i turned a corner and sat down, pretty much mad at the world for letting things like that happen to people. i ended up just getting him a meal from the close by india sweets & spices. i said hello, handed it to him, and biked off. his entire life fit into a supermarket cart.
i don't know. i think at some point i'll just shoot out into outer space and no one will know what happened. it'll be okay.