Interlude: Time, Gravity, And Space (or Come To Your Senses)

Interlude: Time, Gravity, And Space (or Come To Your Senses)

New York is seeing someone you went on a date with four years ago on a train platform and not remembering anything about them except that they live in Astoria and that it was never going to work in the first place. And you are thankful you changed your number when they smile and wave and strike up a conversation. Because you remember they were a sloppy drunk and an even sloppier kisser. And you suddenly realize you are not 24 anymore, so neither of those things are endearing.

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Interlude: Why Do I Do That To Myself? (Or Classes I Keep Failing)

Interlude: Why Do I Do That To Myself? (Or Classes I Keep Failing)

And to know something, to name it for what it is, that’s power isn’t it? Yet still I haven’t quite learned to like what is good for me and ignore what is bad. Eat the apple avoid the worm. I’m not stupid, or delusional, I can tell when someone is interested in me and when someone isn’t. What I am is a person who rejects a lesson way after it’s been learned. Drink the tequila and the worm.

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