The train brings me closer to home. I relive lunch.
I am not ready. Is it a gift? It is good news I do not want to hear.
“There’s something I want to show you.”
She hands me a package. I undo the wrapping.
“Turn it over.”
I know what it’s going to say. Reluctantly I obey. There it is. At the end of some other words. In a cute font: GRANDFATHER.
In my mind, it is all about me. I try to make the right noises and absentmindedly hand back the baby bodysuit.
Grey hair, age milestones. I survived those without difficulty. The start of a new generation is the one milestone that makes me feel categorically old.
The announcer tells me to make sure to take all my belongings.
“A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools.” — Douglas Adams, Mostly Harmless
“The know-nothings are, unfortunately, seldom the do-nothings.” — Mignon McLaughlin, The Complete Neurotic’s Notebook
How long since I last defined what I want to write in my journal?
I’m sure the last time was not as long ago as I imagine.
Capture the memories before they change! Avoid mental masturbation! Observe! Capture the moment!
Real time memories aren’t real-time. Either I’m creating them or writing about them.
Stream of consciousness? My sitting and writing limits the stream.
Go Gonzo? Record everything?