Saturday, March 8, 2014

ven diagram

At the coffee shop listening to old songs of soul--sometimes I find myself doing exactly what I thought I might be doing in my imagined future. Back when I didn't drive and held two person interviews with myself, pausing perfect. I assumed by then I would master controlling myself, that this restraint would be my trademark, noticed. I wasn't just a dreamer, friend--I was an escape artist.

All of this is not how it is, of course. But for a moment there is this ever-so brief eclipse of yesterday's future and my right now.

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