Photo Club
Got a call from India. My hotel rooms were booked, too, all in Five Star Hotels. It hurts me like the flu, like some bone disease or blow to the head that knocks you out. I can't tell you. My world seems thin and flat and blank. Everything is new and made from the same mold. Even the landscaping looks like plastic. I'm feeling like R.P. Murphy.
I will join a Camera Club. It looks like fun.
Sounds like the Universe is making you repeat freshman year.
ReplyDeletea camera club? you are desperate!
ReplyDeleteA, probably, as in a dream where you haven't been to your math class for so long, you can't find it, then you realize you are wearing only underwear.
ReplyDeleteR, You've no idea.