Back in December, I was attending a general-seating play at 59E59. I arrived early and chose my seat with care. When the house was almost full, A young woman and man came in, the woman pointed at a single seat elsewhere and told me I could go sit in it so she and her date could sit together. “No,” said I. There were a couple of empty duos, not nearly as good seats, and anyway I don’t like being bossed about, particularly by a young woman who believes that because she is with a man, she is worth more than I am. Continue reading
I wonder how much of depression arises from the world not being as you’ve been told it would be, from attempting to fit yourself to paradigms only to find that they are smoke and mirrors.
Do I make political statements? Continue reading
I got into the habit some years ago – pre-FB – of re-introducing myself whenever I saw someone I hadn’t seen in some time or didn’t know terribly well. Some folks bristled at the reintroduction, as if I were making a comment on their memories. It was protective coloration, Continue reading
A question of perception, so I’m sharing it in Radiography of the Soul as well.
When I said “The clouds are purple and orange,” they heard “surreal.”
I was describing the sky during a forest fire.
When I said “My peonies are exploding,” they heard “I have hundreds of beautiful peonies blooming in my garden.”
I was just about to vacuum thousands of peony petals from my livingroom rug.
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