At this very moment

Another 11:02 PM on a Sunday. Weather: heavy rain. Mood: liminal. Yep, all the signs of another attack by the vicious "Scouring the Internet for the Perfect Haircut, a Haircut with all the Elements of a Good Haircut but None of Them in Excess," as the locals call the bastard. I leaned back in my desk chair to pluck a dying cigarette from the ash tray.

Anecdote

"Peppermint tea," she calls out
with casual abandon
and going to claim it I wonder
if maybe this drink has,
without my consent,
come to embody all of me.

I doubt it, I know,
I'm forcing the thought
from primordial emotion.
Still I just can't shake the feeling.


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Watching "Yojimbo"

I really have no attention span anymore.

"Idiot! Gamblers make peace to get ready for a bigger fight."

The coffin-maker's face is closed. A closed box. The faces in this movie!

Other stuff I really like about Yojimbo:

1. The whole "like his name, he is [noun or quality x]; but underneath, he is really [something you might not expect from noun or quality x]" formulation.

2. The sliding panels in the old man's restaurant and what they allow to be seen vs. keep hidden.

3. The rain.

"Ghosts? They make me feel just great!"

Today: a series of quotidian fiascos

I was trying to think of how best to sum up the day so far, and the title of this post is what I came up with.

Imagined conversations

Barista: Would you like espresso in your coffee?

Me: UH, would you like a KISS. On the MOUTH. By which I mean I WOULD. Um. I'm very sorry.
~scuttles away~

Based. On true. Events.



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