every moment is a unique snowflake
i know i have to clean the dishes
i am sitting in a room
there is tiramisu in the refrigerator
i am thinking about it
i am thinking about the food and dirt on the dishware in the sink
some of it is from the tiramisu that i ate this morning
and some of it is from the stir fry that i had at lunch
i have wanted to drink either coffee or wine for the past couple of hours
but could not decide which
so i am drinking nothing
and i feel better i think than if i had been drinking one of those two beverages
but it's hard to know
because each moment is unique
like a snowflake falling to earth
i am confused about anger but i know what this feels like and i will use numbers to describe that knowledge
i am extremely weak
i do not like any of my novels
i think, "i am going to the continent of asia
as soon as i get out of bed"
then i think, "asia," "the silk road," and "marco polo"
then i think vaguely about being a child and then specifically i think, "a 4 foot deep swimming pool" and "late 20th century child" and "upper-middle class" and "suburban american"
i roll over
i think, "sperm can live 3 seconds longer in water, so be careful if you are swimming in a pool with a male human over the age of 12"
i think about getting up
then i think, "genghis khan, kublai khan" and
"a very large man who eats beetle wings as a snack in the afternoon between pillagings"
then i think, "pillagings is not a word" and "cautionary advice is my forte"
also, "the mongols built swimming pools because they needed something to do"
"they had to pass the time just like everybody else"
i stare at the ceiling
About the author:
matthew savoca does not hate the world or the people in it, he just doesn't like to be around them very often. he is slowly becoming a semi-isolated sustenence farmer. he likes to drink wine and eat tiramisu in his underwear. thank you. goodnight.
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