I forgot what it was like
So today was my first foray to the grocery store since losing my job. I had forgotten the intense feeling of displacement that comes with being somewhere with the purpose of buying items for survival yet having no immediate source of income. Back in 2001, I was living out of a '91 Integra in the parking lot of whatever Wal-Mart, Barnes & Noble or shopping mall I ended up in at 2am and I vividly remember a similar emotion.
It looks like I'll be writing a lot more in this thing too, as therapy.
Joy.
It looks like I'll be writing a lot more in this thing too, as therapy.
Joy.