…in a house full of trinkets is a white porcelain gargoyle that almost looks more like a winged bulldog. It holds paperclips, even though it was intended for soap. It’s worth like four dollars, if that. If I were to crush it to bits and spread the remains across the floor, my entire life would be turned upside down by tomorrow.
No, strangely enough, it’s not a metaphor or even a fairy tale. Just one of those little things you realize on a Monday that shows you where you are in the world — like mailmen, street signs, and giant yellow Hummers.
Maybe I am a Buddhist. I don’t know.
I have this temptation to run out and buy some kind of veat, for no reason in particular, and in spite of the fact that I have to be out of here for job stuff in not-too-long. It’s all part of and parcel to the exciting life I lead.
So many people hate blogs. That’s almost why I keep one. Well, not really… but I wish those people thought it was the reason.