The fossils in my bathroom tile
Pointed out to me while...
covered in water and neroli oil
Devoted meanings of utter turmoil.
Today, I woke up late. I, again, did not give myself a chance to think about returning to Tokyo for a visit. Well, maybe...this time - I didn't even think about that identification. I changed into my preferred attire and drove to Taormina. I stayed at a table with J.D. , next to a kitchen and proofread Krishnamurti's Commentaries on Living (for 12 bucks an hour.) A start...a start to the circle within or without the circle.
Driving home to change into my work attire, I'm thinking, "this twisting and turning road is part of where I live; up high in the high desert - in a place the Europeans didn't find out about until much, much later. I'm going home to change into my work attire and, when I arrive, I'll walk down a path covered in fallen leaves and acorns.
I will change into my striped skirt and my sleeveless sweater and I'll put on my black jacket and my black knee-length boots. I will get in my car again and drive to my workplace. Once there, I will get a hug on the grassy campus from my friend, J.H. I will fit in, I will belong. And in the moment of this narrative, I trust that I will be getting into bed, will be closing my eyes or keeping them open - for however long it takes to fall asleep - being a part of this world.
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