Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Two Women Were Walking Down the Street
I knew what I would write about today. Knew. I don't know. It was good and I was excited, but now it is all gone. I'm sure it wasn't politics. Was it cultural intelligence? I read an article about that this morning. I don't think so, though. Art? What do I know about that? It's gone. I've lost it. Into the void with all the better ideas.
Do you want to know what the morning looks like? What I made for dinner last night? How well I slept or what I might have dreamt.
We've had enough of that as well as dull talk of work.
I know a story I can't tell about a madwoman. There are so many stories I am not allowed to tell. If only. . . I could be a writer.
Two women were walking down the street. One turned to the other one and said, ". . . ."
I don't know what she said. I just took the picture.
Posted by cafe selavy at 8:42 AM