I stopped and talked to a little black kid sitting on a porch stoop for about five minutes the other day. We talked about the moods of the city, and how you could always stand to learn something from Buffalo if you just listened to it long enough.
Someone came up behind me in the street and asked me who I was talking to. When I pointed to the little boy on the porch, all that was there was a stunted tree in a pot.
Reality keeps breaking down faster and faster for me these days. The little things that I used to catch from the corner of my eye for one fraction of a moment now wait till I can look them head on.
And now they are talking to me.
It can only get better from here.
Someone came up behind me in the street and asked me who I was talking to. When I pointed to the little boy on the porch, all that was there was a stunted tree in a pot.
Reality keeps breaking down faster and faster for me these days. The little things that I used to catch from the corner of my eye for one fraction of a moment now wait till I can look them head on.
And now they are talking to me.
It can only get better from here.
If that's the way reality's going for you, though, I say go with it. You might end up somewhere really interesting.
Fair sailing to you!