At the main library they have a very small art magazine section. After glancing at the art magazines I sat down to use the city’s free wifi. I am now looking at the art magazines online. The magazine aisle was twenty feet away from where I sat.
Planning Out Loud routes to places I want to visit if they are still there.
On Future Walks to Places I’ve Never Been To or ‘Hey, Let’s go Here, There and Everywhere.’
When I spoke of my drunken escapades I did my best to hide the illusions I saw in the reflection of the bathroom mirror. Standing there, staring back, I was lost. Followed by a smile, I opened the door and went back out again.
I lied. She wasn’t real. I was living another person’s romance through found photos at the flea market. Her name wasn’t Blue Wolf, it was a name made on the spot. Did it mean anything? It meant she was real for the few seconds the name felt real.
A gift to friend’s on their birthday’s.
