When will Whole Foods start a bulk candy delivery service?
Feeling so creative that I can’t even get up to turn the lamplight on. Though on second thought, the twinkle lights with the lamp on lowest setting seems warm and sublime. I wonder how I got so lucky to control my life as such. Electricity, friendship, and fresh vegetables—what more could a cephalopod girl ask for?
I was ruminating on escape earlier today. Whether it’s in the face of natural disaster, or the more plausible personal crisis, the tools necessary to do so seem quite exotic to my mind. Take the latter situation for example, and keep in mind that as a Year of the Rabbit baby, I’m wont for luxury.
I picture a car whose prowess is such that rapid acceleration and rail-like handling make the closest approximation of disappearance possible. I picture a passport with false credentials, and a supple leather vintage briefcase filled with cash. I picture a really nice wig; shiny black hair and a playful yet reserved style. Definitely one of those prosthetic noses, and a compound in the hills of Mexico City, waiting with a key under the mat.
Disappearing is hard work.
So I’ll work for that, but today, I was thinking about a much more feasible escape. Was wondering what stone I’ve yet to upturn in this city and it’s surrounding enclaves. Wondering where I could go and sit and bring a journal and feel that simultaneously free and heavy feeling where your thoughts are clear and concrete and of such quality that as you think them your mind scabs over with the lesson they are teaching you and slowly you take another heaving step forward in the path to enlightenment.
I needed a “yelp” for introspection. Though I must point out and feel joy in the fact that such a terror doesn’t quite exist; for that is the beauty of arriving at such a spot, it’s a melange of inexplicable forces that bring you into those exact coordinates, and it’s hard to do and difficult to find, but once you’re there, you’re not merely sitting on a park bench, or in a vivacious garden, or on the shores of the Pacific, you’re powerfully rooted to infinite possibility, if only you will be receptive to the coordinates the universe is plotting for you.