(This has nothing to do with SepSceneWriMo) People love to brag about their "shower thoughts" to the world, which to me seem to be random, pedestrian thoughts mistakenly perceived to be profound by the thinker. Sort of analogous to singing in the shower. Anyways, in my case when I'm in the shower, I get memory … Continue reading A shower memory.
Sort of memory of a sort of friendship.
From time to time someone will pop into your head and you wonder whatever happened to them. And then you google them. Yes, you do, don't deny it. Memory is like the studio of a dishonest photographer, cluttered with altered photos he will proudly show the ego--and half-developed ones that might have told the truth. … Continue reading Sort of memory of a sort of friendship.
I forgot what I was gonna call this but I think it was whatever.
Uh oh, I'm on time for work--what did I forget?--Did I brush my teeth? Check. Pants? Check. Well, then I guess I'm good to go. You silly--I was only pretending I forgot how to hold a knife and fork for a second. I need an excuse. I grasp for anything near at hand--yes, there's a … Continue reading I forgot what I was gonna call this but I think it was whatever.
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