All that good-good art-art stuff is totally true, but it is happening at the same time as a variety of things that prove there is lava under the surface.
For example, today, while attacking the stacked peninsulas that make up our apartment, I came across a check from work that I had not yet deposited.
From August.
And its amount is in no way insubstantial.
It's almost like finding a twenty-dollar bill in every pair of pants I've owned in my adult life all at once.
Except that instead of cash it is just one single piece of paper.
One measly piece of paper.
P a p e r .
Posted by Ida at January 16, 2006 01:07 AM