I was going to puke
once I realized we were
not even halfway through
the month. So. I’m truly
sorry about the spectacle.
But the fireplace is original.
Sometimes memory is funny
that way, serving no purpose
but to remind us what idiots we
are. Hence signifying the value of
reclusivity and of running away from
hardcore emotions or refusing to do
laundry on do-or-die date. Obviously,
there is an overarching fear that we
might break our already fragile selves;
become our own communal guiding light?
Nice lighting in any environment is gener-
Ally helpful. And 'nice' is not exactly det-
ermined by the eye of the beholder here
(if you follow my supposition) (distantly).
A keen awareness of one’s environment
can be helpful, if not crucial. I have
heard about the wide disparity in how
the periphery of each individual human’s
vision can be. Deceptively tall embank-
ments on both sides of an intersection
toward which you are driving (one ex-
ample) before which thick vegetation
obscures an intersection warning and,
a few meters forward (i.e., directly in
front of the intersection), another shrub-
covered stop sign. These are not life-
shortening or life-altering entities in
and of themselves. Two or three nar-
ratives of any shape or size suggesting
logic via the narration of each. We
play along. People are somehow fine
with this routine. But, as for me, I
believe to do so is the way of a cretin.
For one thing, people get terribly con-
fused regarding their own part in their
own event; and especially confused, say,
when one of their friends are also at
said event, there is massive confusion,\
in general, over who did what? Who
hosted? Who was the most fun? The
funniest? Etc.
