Monday, February 11, 2008

So today, without preamble

I'm going to the beach. Not just any beach, but one you have to look hard to find, on the borders of Salwa, down an alley and behind a Mosque.

While at this beach, I will listen to the waves for a good long time.

Then I will dig a hole, and in that hole will go: students who lick things; people born without the self analysis gene; the people you have to explain your sarcasm to; that Class Picture now hanging in the front office; the creepy fact that I'm turning into my sister; the fact that no one manages to walk off the map when you ask them to- they think it's a sort of challenge.

And I'll fill in the hole, despite all the little squeaks, and dance on it.