on a saturday morning, i walked in and michael asked me to use the word “existential” in a sentence. and damon gave me the death stare when i told him he was wrong and that such words were the tools of my trade.
on a saturday morning, i walked in and this new person talked about how his cousin lived with the moscone family and was also dan white’s only friend (and his father was supervisor for the richmond during this time, and all these other things.) and then the private investigator said she’d worked on a documentary about the whole affair than mentioned what i’d never realized, which is that the whole jonestown thing (a very bay area affair) happened the same week.
on a wednesday morning, i walked in, and this woman sat between me and max and told me that i needed to see atlas shrugged and fought tooth and dumb as nails for self-determination.
on a wednesday morning, i walked in and michael and i talked for hours about how art is bullshit.
on a saturday morning, i sat working and clif said he didn’t mind that i hadn’t immediately said hello because when he sees someone folded over a pile of papers…
on a wednesday morning, i walked in and the private investigator taught me all about a type of mitigation different than the one i work with.
on a saturday morning, i walked in and we talked about the afghan war and the war on terror and why, in the last five years, so many opinions have changed so drastically.
on a wednesday morning, i walked in and we talked about food in new orleans and all the libraries potentially closing (which they won’t, and on the most upsetting of recent days, this was the only news that made me cry).
on a saturday morning, i walked in and we talked about how things were 38 years ago.
i walk in and for some reason these real people who have made real lives take me in like i’m something. i feel quite fortunate.
off the face of the earth (one of ?)
