Ten. Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Forty-Six
Thurrrrrsday.
An extra kid who needs to wake up for football today. What time is everyone supposed to be out of here?
“The object isn’t to make art, it’s to be in that wonderful state which makes art inevitable.” - The Creative Act: A Way of Being
What is my way of being?
What do I need in order to feel like my best self?
When you see the fruits of your labor long after you’re gone.
I’m just glad they removed the uppercase.
I can hear the car slow down beside me and then drive by slowly. He makes a left. I know that’s a dead end. I make my way back to the main road and am a third of the way back when I see the same car stop beside with the window down. I am talking to her while trying to tell him that I’m not interested in talking. She asks me what’s going on. “If you don’t hear from me: gray Prius. Man with a beard. Sunglasses. I didn’t get the plates,” I laugh. But I probably shouldn’t.
She says no one has ever done it before, and it did not go unnoticed.
It’s all coming together. Maybe.
