i have a 4 hour meeting this afternoon that someone else put me on TODAY.
i think i should quit my job and write a book on online calendar etiquitte – maybe i can become like a techy martha stewart or some shit.
i’m waiting to hear back on a writing submission, working a lot, and generally trying to get through the day-to-day.
so many options, so few seem realistic.
the world is like a huge rainforest flower. the petals are cunningly colored to draw you in towards the center, hidden just out of sight by the curve of the petal. a glorious scent wafts from the flower’s centre, promising all sorts of good things. once you have landed on the petal’s surface, you can’t take off again. horribly sticky. once you move down the petals towards the center of the flower, where polleny salvation surely lies, you find yourself unable to turn around and correct any errors in your path. by the time you realize that the sights, smells, and textures that got you into the flower in the first place were really just all an elaborate setup to dump you in a pool full of the corpses of your comerades before you, you are two steps from that pool. a pretty path to gradual digestion in the belly of the plant.