Pure skyline and all the horizons I’ll never forget—and I’m thinking about how washing windows would be a pretty hard job, maybe one of the hardest. Not because of the heights but because the only way to know you’ve done a perfect job is when you can see yourself at least more clearly than when you started.
We’re all always oblivious to at least something. Might have to rely on seeing clearly the things around you once you’re up there.
My knee feels hot and itchy like there’s something wrong with me. Being somewhere and being anywhere else; partially paying attention to a few things.
Remember the woods around our house when there were all those ticks that summer, more than usual? We got so pale.
And one day, a day you felt sick, I ate dark green split pea soup. Sat around saying to myself, in different voices: As an American it is my duty to turn on the tv when I get home, the second I get home, right around the time (but really before when) I let the dog out.
I didn’t want to be sick anymore.
So, one thing from this morning was I saw a policeman at construction detail overseeing it all, literally standing over the construction workers who were digging in a hole in the road. I didn’t think that was how it worked?
And the bad transitions on the local news station. But beautiful Monday isn’t it?
It’s been a real disappointing disappointment to me.
You can’t get away from the world. It’s always right there. No reason to go. It always stays there too the way it is. Just try looking ahead.
I’m thinking of a kind of vakay I’d want to go on.
Onto this: When I was on break I didn’t let this one man know that another man was in the bathroom. So the man tried the bathroom door and it opened so he opened it on the other man.
The lock doesn’t always work and I knew that.
Wonder if I should feel bad about it, since when I tuck in my shirt, it’s different. I would’ve let them know. Or something along those lines. Depending on how I was feeling.
If I had my shirt tucked in, we’d know.
Imagine all of the good enough for nows and the wish I could stop to chats—all wholeheartedly, too—and the we should catch ups.
I keep a list of some beautiful and stunning things, though, for when I need beautiful things on hand. Do you know what stuns me: this one storage cellar I was in recently that smells like ice cream and how it reminds me that one time before I’ve experienced the same exact thing somewhere else.
And 24-hour convenience shops, right up the street.
Back then somebody asked me what sort of words of wisdom I’d leave behind if I could and I said I wouldn’t. Then after that I thought of several things to myself:
Least of all, believe in the distancing of paperwork.
I’m reactions on hiatus (and then I laugh).
It’s really about feeling the subtle (sudden) differences.
But what’s it for the sake of.
That it might’ve happened earlier.
Currently Reading/Favorites: Passages by Ann Quin, Things That Bother Me by Galen Strawson, Not to Read by Alejandro Zambra, Reasons to Live by Amy Hempel, Panama by Thomas Mcguane, Walking Through Clear Water in a Pool Painted Black by Cookie Mueller.
