The Road
This morning i'd really like to sit in the road. I don't know why. I don't feel anything when i think about sitting in the road except for the desire to do so. I don't think it would accomplish anything, or make me see anything in a different way, or help me avoid anything. I don't think anything good would come of it. That's just where i'd really like to be right now.
Of course, if i sat in the road, eventually someone would call the police. Or try to drag me out of the road themselves. Either way, unpleasantness for me. Plus, if it went on long enough, i'd end up with an audience, which i really, really don't want right now. I just want to sit in the road for awhile. Maybe curl up and go to sleep there. Or read a book. Or maybe just watch the clouds go by.
Maybe next week.
Of course, if i sat in the road, eventually someone would call the police. Or try to drag me out of the road themselves. Either way, unpleasantness for me. Plus, if it went on long enough, i'd end up with an audience, which i really, really don't want right now. I just want to sit in the road for awhile. Maybe curl up and go to sleep there. Or read a book. Or maybe just watch the clouds go by.
Maybe next week.