roaming the streets with a 90s aesthetic and a punk-rock heart of gold
I TOLD YOU NO FUCKING SALAD!!!!
there’s a man crocheting with threads of different shades of blue, and referencing a pattern from a print out in front of him, but get this, he’s working with his fingers, he don’t got knitting needles. not gonna lie, i stared; i stared for like a good minute. then as i waited in the very long midnight line, i stood next to a booth, a lady in a white faux wedding dress was hunched over, handwriting on the blank verso of a TD Bank account agreement document, a letter that starts off with “Dear Rachel, I wish I had you as a sister…”
as i dined i thought about stuff, but my thoughts were interrupted by the visualization of the socio-political remarks that a man two tables down was making. he was criticizing suggestions for underpasses as a solution for road congestion. his view is that tunnels, and highways for that matter, are an unwise way of spending “taxpayer money” and are bad for the economy; “when i take the streetcar on college, i pass by businesses, restaurants, i can tell you how many subway sandwiches there is and where exactly they’re located, if you’re driving underground, you don’t know where you are, even if you did, you don’t know what’s above you. so i’m driving to work on a street, and say i pass by a shoe store, every week day, not thinking about it much, but there’s a poster in the window or some display or advertising, and then one friday afternoon out of the blue, i pull over and buy a pair of Clarks’; that just can’t happen in underpass”
sometimes i think about how something like cauliflower exists, and how beautiful it can look and good it can taste, and it just blows my mind, that there’s a million things like cauliflower, not just edibles, not even just plants, rocks, minerals, heck: water! have you ever drank water? fucking awesome no? sorry i sound like i’m high on something, i’m not. maybe i’m just tired… maybe it’s just true though.