Monday, June 29, 2009
The Beginnings Of A List - or - If Nothing Falls In The Middle Of A Wood, Do The Trees Get Bored?
Once in a while I get drunk for no reason... alone. I had plenty of reasons to get drunk tonight, but not one of them could justify getting drunk alone. I did it anyway. Now I find myself typing, wondering, and feeling wanderlust. That’s always been one of my favorite words, wanderlust. It’s almost an onomatopoeia, except neither part needs to make a sound. Spittoon is my favorite onomatopoeia. Wonderlust is just what happens after enough years of the sound of nothing happening.