(IMHO) (but maybe someday I’ll talk pretty, too)
Writing letters counts as writing.
Writing emails doesn’t.
—David Sedaris (during a MasterClass ad on YouTube)
The man also says unless
you’re sitting at your desk,
[writing is] not gonna happen.
I used to wonder why everyone
but me thought him funny. I
felt problematic when attempting
to go along. Although I don’t
have an intentional fake
laugh.
Also, where I live these days,
where I’ve lived for nearly
six years now, I really
don’t have room for
a desk. Not that
I haven’t done
a lot of work
at desks. And
I continue to do so,
standing up and
walking around
as much as is
feasible.
I laugh when I laugh. I cry
when I cry. Sounds funny
to me, my insistent attempts
at being so transparent, at
being real. I’m
straight up (not straight).
I’ve tried being on the DL,
but it’s entirely too stressful.
I have two degrees in
theatre, but not
being me IRL
is just not me,
apparently.
So WTF, David Sedaris?!
I have tried hard to like you.
Not in a play-acting sort of
way, though. More from an
anthropological perspective.
Which requires research.
Do you do all of your
research sitting at your
desk? I wonder.
Quick change of subject,
but sometimes I forget about
the impending apocalypse.
This thought comes to me
while I’m sitting on the thinker.
Which, by the way is not a desk.
And now here I am
taking snapshots
of dawn as it
of dawn as it
