It is the people who remember, but when the people are gone we won’t have anyone to remember. People go to a lot of trouble to make things memorable. I would like to make things enjoyable by watching everyone, and wondering what is going on. Today I am as full of this day as the air in this apartment is full of particulate matter that sparkles off the highway. A sliver of the moon is still visible at midday. Reading the news is unbearable, but necessary. All exits are final and all that. Copyright © 2016 Todd Colby. Used with permission of the author. |
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