This is the drive I always take. These are the roads and the sights I see. They remind me exclusively of her. How the coming and going is the ritual, and the ritual of a sort of mantra, and the mantra a sort of prayer. And there the bench on Mayfield, which is like a … Continue reading Ritual
A new way to break up
The day my girlfriend and I broke up, we met and talked, took a walk around the Nature Preserve, went to a restaurant and ate lunch, had a couple of drinks, and then went to a gardening store and bought each other roses and vegetables to plant. We realized that we could not be together … Continue reading A new way to break up
Make art, not friends
Have you ever read the bio of a famous artist or poet? They did all kinds of shit in their lifetimes that brought them social derision. I've never read a single artist's life story that was like, Neighbors appreciated how neatly she kept her lawn. Her marriage was described as solid. She got the oil … Continue reading Make art, not friends
Nobody. Eats. In the bathroom.
I put on a mid-price suit, tie the tie into a double Windsor, visit a local supermercado, and buy three dozen sombreros. They are kind enough to stack them, box them, and carry them to the car. I drive to the Bonsai Burrito and go inside to meet the shift manager, whose name it turns … Continue reading Nobody. Eats. In the bathroom.
On Cancel Culture
I blocked someone today because he seems incapable of conversation. Here is someone who so often bemoans political correctness, champions free speech, boasts of his brilliant independent mind, and reminds us all that leftists and liberals are fascist authoritarians, etc…. Yet the second someone posts an off-color remark HE finds personally objectionable, he is all … Continue reading On Cancel Culture
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