Coffee: Petunia’s House Blend, Revelator Coffee
I was listening to cars at night. Isolated, like wherever they’re going is too important for anyone to tag along. Forward motion – the only real thing in the world.
I helped out at Second Sunday at the High Museum. I was handing out fliers. Families came and the kids were making collages. The parents were elsewhere, in mind if not in body, watching people who were better dressed walk the galleries alone.
I had a drink at a taco fusion spot. They were playing a Packers game on the television. It was snowing, and the white went to water when it hit the field. I finished my drink and thought about winter, where to go from here.
Currently Reading: Another Country, James Baldwin
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